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.
Copyright © Guill Joseph | Year Posted 2016
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