It’s impossible

That in the coldness

 

I feel separated

Yet hot

Feeling hot

The warmth transferred

By my quiet footsteps

I left in the snow

 

I trailed along

Thinking of her

And where we were

And how I got there

 

I penetrated my thoughts

To think about the spring

In this winter town

This complex winter

Song

 

Making angels in the snow

With her

Making with her

In the snow

In our nude

 

It’s about time

To go around

Sing with joy

Of new desire

I think it’s warm

 

The snow is melting

Uncovering me

Follow my footsteps

Where they lead

And where they have gone

 

 

 

 

© 1998 David Greg Harth

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