Winter is Coming
Cold, clear, glorious crystalline air.
Happy to roast by the fire, spin out yarn for warmth.
Happy for cozy aroma of home and hearth.
Euphorious, heart singing, blood roaring fun.
Out to run, slide, ride through white mist,
escape from resistance; engage with bright bliss.
She alights from her carriage, a vision of charms
carved in ice.
Look into the prism’s flame, wondrous worlds
never twice the same, mesmerized.
Happy to have this gift, this season, this time,
Winter is coming
Glorious voice lifts up the night,
trails splendor, soft drifts of white.
Taste delight, pure as ice, sweet as fantasy.
Soulful reflecting safe by the fire,
caught by flame’s magic,
aligns with the greatest of stars, the finest of galaxies.
Wild Wind whispers “Higher, my love; ride my mystery.”
Deep flow of desire; snow lit in moonglow.
Reclined, widened eyes ablaze to behold.
A fabulous sleigh swoops from above, aglitter with glee.
Swirl of romance, adorned in brisk excitement,
clear aura of peace.
Winter is coming
Conviction strong and glorious
Brilliant astral presence, at last.
Swollen with destiny, swirling in ecstasy.
Feel air breath-moist beat to Her sway.
She drinks, uplifts the cup of our prayers, feasts upon homespun tales.
Listen! She reveals.
Torso spun forward, head arched back
dervish aware. She incants, caresses, blesses,
sweeps through this startled assemblage. Chase if you dare.
A child of shadow slips behind, catches at her tresses.
Slow secret smile grows, their silent delight snow white, bare of guile.
Time freezes. Hungry eyes press against
icy glass. Inside, twinkling eternity blazes, laughs.
All of space awaits. We need but reach through
may all your world ends hook up to better worlds beginning