WINTER SONATA

Flakes, like a lady’s gloves, gently pulled off finger by finger, one by one, laid upon her lap. The lay of land, it’s lap of snowy-white glows in the velvety twilight of Winter’s hourglass. Black and white kittens, both snowballs of sorts, in puppy love, whilst the stars sparkle, like a ballroom dance floor, shine like waxy-ice. The flurries, like downy feathers, float, so slowly. Elegance of lovers with lady-locks and manly beards. Kids blink as they bow and curtsy - they always miss the snowman show. Blows the cold cream and powder puff. Glistening of cracking ice. The tracks of high heels from endless waltz of Winter night, and the snowlady is warmed by her fox trot. Chattering of children’s teeth, like applause - they’ve stayed up way too late. It’s nearly eight.