Gorillasex the Fubarbarian's blog: "PRIMATE POETRY CORNER"

Barefoot in the Winter

Barefoot in the winter,

Crisp as a snow angel night.

December's dawning light.

It's all too right

So it must be a dream.

Hearts can be so tender,

brittle like fresh blown glass.

All those various masks.

Such a task,

Getting who we are

From who we seem.

She does her February dance with a January smile,

And in a while you feel no cold,

Only her glow.

Barefoot in the winter,

She can put the sun to sleep,

Cause the gods to weep,

Adding thier frozen teardrops

To the snow.