After Dark in Fresh Snow
Boys and girls laugh,
gloves scoop, boots grind
making a new music.
Much strumming
under a fat old moon.
Then comes the throwing
of stinging snowballs and words.
No hearts shatter.
No bones break.
What stays strong still
are the wing-beats drumming
and dotting the sky.
Boys and girls laugh,
gloves scoop, boots grind
making a new music.
Much strumming
under a fat old moon.
Then comes the throwing
of stinging snowballs and words.
No hearts shatter.
No bones break.
What stays strong still
are the wing-beats drumming
and dotting the sky.
Last edited by Pat on Fri Dec 27, 2013 1:23 pm; edited 1 time in total (Reason for editing : to correct stanzas and delete a line)