live like it's an evergreen
to wake upon a foreign light
and fingers cold as death
with pieces of the sky afloat
upon the winter's breath
to wake upon a foreign light
and fingers cold as death
with pieces of the sky afloat
upon the winter's breath
to scuffle through a crystal dust
of innocent array
and clouds a gentle shawl across
the garish light of day
to watch the corners of our world
gone tender silken plush
with pillows where the edges once
were razor-bristled tough
to spy the winking sun of gold
caressing winter's cheek
in reconciliation of
a coterie unique
to gallavant in powdered jewels
a kingly work of art
to know what winter means to me
and how it warms my heart
