snow shoeing
and driftwatching
sparkling to be caught
we're alive
slipping in sonnets of light bursts
of pure white
dark washes listening above us
in the sun
here
winds still blow
I'm higher than high
swing out and swing away
in escapades in...
wind children
blow secrets within
praying to the old ungracious cold
glass blown and trickling
your icicles weeping low
lying within the ground
our snow-angels turn to stone
here
winds still blow
I'm higher than high
swing out and swing away
in escapades in
mirrors can tell
stories of hell
chasing lines that make up my face
I'll swing out and swing away
escapades in
I know I feel
I know I feel I'm wasting time
so cold
and I'm shaking
swing out and swing away
in escapades in...
