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