Moon blue drifts cut sharply across my path
rising in static waves
knife edged from blizzardly keenings
Sharply shadowed lines
define dark and light
depth lost in the moonlight
Breath exits crisply
snatched from chilled lips
by the night wind's cruel fingers
Turning key
unlocks a flood of warmth
punctuated by a cold nose
and warm purrs
rising in static waves
knife edged from blizzardly keenings
Sharply shadowed lines
define dark and light
depth lost in the moonlight
Breath exits crisply
snatched from chilled lips
by the night wind's cruel fingers
Turning key
unlocks a flood of warmth
punctuated by a cold nose
and warm purrs
Very good. I like the greetings most of all.
ReplyDeleteXL: Those greetings are most welcome... especially when it's a frigid -32C outside and a balmy +22C inside... :-)
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks. I don't often get the urge to write poetry but sometimes it feels a need to escape.
Nothing like coming in from the cold to a nice flood of warmth! :¬)
ReplyDeleteThis is good missus!
xxx
Lovely.
ReplyDeleteI hear ya. Nothing better than a warm house and warm greetings after trudging through the cold, beautiful moonlit snow. No place like home.
Map: Nothing like it at all... Thanks! :-)
ReplyDeleteEros: Even if the warm greetings aren't human, I know they are happy to see me just because...