blue breath in playground
older dogs off leash,
ice rinks in backyards
kid neighbor’s father screams,
night stars frosted to my glasses
woodsmoke whispers
winter’s name
like crystal.
winter
teased and tickled in
snowfall blinds..
drawn to chin
to guard embers within
from
shadow storm
gorged on trees whole
snow angels play shy
in plain sight.
whispers frosting
windows,
mom’s piano voice
like prayers,
a shrine to dreamscapes
dimming
winter’s wilted
face,
a humble flicker
glows the
eyes.
the tap of cool rain upon
my forehead
soothes all aches
from past
winters,
boarded up in
rooms half
my size
while
snow angels
formed outside.
we huddled under
street lamps
waiting for the
storms to
pass,
grateful for each
icy flake
that settled on my
dirty face.
with autumn but
a memory
on winter’s
voice
i hear you in
its rasp,
and still feel you
in its frigid
grasp
as heartbeats
slow,
with springtime but
a reverie
i draw you from
from our
past,
to free those shivering
leaves from
heaps of
snow.
slipped my hand
from glove
to find yours open,
waiting..
to tender mercy’s
touch,
to melt the frost
around my
heart.
amidst
snowflakes
we tread upon
ice sheets
towards a ghostly
cabin
in the corner of
a clearing,
enticed by
pluming smokestacks,
its front
door.,
forever open.
icing sugar powders
window-
lips blow
clearing glass,
as it fogs up
before my
eyes,
she claim clouds
don’t last.
crystals twinkling
on boughs,
my face breathing
frost..
all over the
room,
as dawn appears
dazzling
to thaw us from
tomb.
hands in the garden 
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