WINTER’S ROMP

glimps of chilly, hand-held warmth

bits the bitter, bite of breath

creeps the season, leaves to leap on

tightly cling for lover’s reasons

 

laughter from the deepest gale

sings a boisterous, loiterous fatale

vibrato rings, chatters, rattles things on

Bacchus brings warmth, hearth, mirth

 

raccous edged, fencing colors romp

eyes dance, prance, breathe on

colors, wings on, screams to gleam on

Beetoveen’s runs we drink of, sink on

 

burrowed covers, warmth and lovers

snatch oh North Wind’s beard to hide from

sighs on, bides on, intertwines on

leaf to leaf and moist caress on

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