Your Fingers of Icebreaker

Polar cubs braced upon their mother bear Like little children Seeking your hugging wings. Frozen branches Wore emerald and crystals As sparkling as fair jewelry of your inner grace. Your silver sympathy dressed a sky of cotton clouds Playing flutes of icy wind and snowflake Under plentitudes of penguins, which crossed snow That sweetly swelled like your fruits. Then some glacier parted into two, By the wide warmth of your queen exploration Releasing timid ice around men's hearts. And from cold waters Awoke a large furry wolf That soon stalked your innocent soul Who shook the sheet, of sleet, With your harmonious heat. But your harmless hands petted his great head Until it found its home upon your guiltless lap.