Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Sheer ice glazed
Across emotion,
Barely insulating.
Fragile
Wind crusted blanket
Covers her fear.

Breath held,
Ears strain
For the footfall
That will obliterate
The silent snow
Of her waiting.

The moisture
Of her heat
Swirling upward,
Suspended
In the frigid air.
Momentum’s end.

Gazing from
Beneath the ice
Like a cat gone too far
From home,
From the known.

A supplicant,
On ice torn knees,
Begging
Spring’s kiss
On frozen lips.

real nice ADannon...as I read this I see the steam rising of my arms as I take them from the hot tub realizing this will not occur for long, for it will be a 60 degree day tomorrow and the 21st of March coming fast....yes it is almost SPRING!

Thank you for reading and for your post WIREMAN~*s*
The trees are beginning to bud here........77 today....the winter of the soul is not affected by the sun... though I wish it was~

i get tension
real clear hear
a waiting
cold shiverings
and what?
a kiss?

Only a longed for kiss~

only a longed for kiss
don't make me regret this.

?Sorry........am feeling decidedly dense today~

mollifried
petrifried
froze solid