Sunday, January 6, 2013

Frozen Lake

Awake, Old Man Winter, hear my song.
Strong are your breaths that chill my bones.
Stones in the brook are wrapped in clear ice.
Twice they were thawed by a sun drenched day.
Cafe poetry, coffee and sweet cream,
Team up with thoughts of warm intimacy.
Consistency of winter's chilling winds,
Skins the sensitive heart yet one more time.
Sublime are mountains with their snow caps.
Perhaps now, we could dance on a frozen lake.


Tin Man said...

Cafe poetry, coffee and sweet cream, Team with your thoughts of warm intimacy on A winter's day, from a deep and dark December...

Vivian said...

I am a rock
I am an island.....