You know on winter
dawning’s, when the wind
Is simply……right,
Pastoral, if you
are into that sort of thing – energising, but not
Too crisp… Frosty,
but
Not numbing. It causes you to feel alive – invigorated.
That is what you
do to me.
It appears so
serene, so simplistic, and so innate;
But forever with
that fervid bite.
Weird, isn’t
it? The effect one can have on another.
Finite, but with such
ferocity and might!
You make me feel
like a winter’s morn,
When the wind
races round the sparse snow laden trees,
Their bud-less digits
grasping and clinging
To the brilliant
white heights that they know, they cannot keep.
-Jefferson Davis-
Me and my enormous ears are going to flutter off to work now…
