The days break under foot,
But beauty blooms resilient.
Another world is just a hedge hop away.
Though it takes grit and grime to get there,
Through snow stained with shit and piss,
Stark and litter studded.
And then there is this.
The silence of soft glances under feather’s comfort,
Whispers signed out on pillows.
The quiet hallelujah,
Of hands held,
Hearts at play.
I walk on into the white,
Frosted with falling kisses of ice.
The trees reach up with lovers’ fingers,
And the sky sighs for them,
Blushing blue for the night,
For touches of magic,
For the rising dawn fire that might burn or bless.
And yet everything sings,
Dancing with the slow grace of tumble down flake-fall,
I gift my soul in spirit puffs,
Love you with laughter.
Write messages with hot fingers pressing,
Deep into the snow.
I make my mark in the gathering light.
Read what I write,