Red Apple In the Snow
When the cool snow falls, a white mink coat
wrapped around my toes and shins,
beautiful breeze of ecstatic energy,
I will let this Summer fall
as if it were a lovely gown
folded and boxed.
(after all there are some sweet memories)
A plump, perfectly formed red apple
shimmers in the snow
with one bite —
I’d not gorge on it,
lest I’d die.
(yet there were some sweet memories - don’t forget)
The snow couldn’t keep me inside.
It’s where my dreams abide.
An owl blends into its habitat,
yet it is day,
I don’t give a hoot
I must shovel
and ball up
and throw
and laugh
and twirl
(basically act like a little girl)
and tickle my love’s back
with white crystal
diamonds, that make him jump
and run
after some fun.
(I must believe Winter
will deliver)
I pull my knees to my chest
and shiver…
7/13/2020
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