Saturday, February 04, 2012

hand of Winter

The icy hand of Winter
points its blasts
in this direction.
Holding fingered water
in suspended animation,
crystal fluid
glazed and shining,
in the disguise of sunlight.
There is no escape
from the cold clutching
as we slowly
become rigid in its chill.
Inside, by the fire,
the heart beats reveille,
a call to arms 
for inner warmth,
and the waking throb
of hot ache.


Jack Brown said...

just a whispered wow is all i can say

Amanda said...


Keri Mae said...

And your photo totally looks like winter-fingers. I love the "call to arms for inner warmth". Beautiful.