Treasure Island

Jay Bradley

(Eschenbach in der Oberpfalz)

Winter's Song


I was scooting through the blind white streets
A song, the song, whispered in my ears
The song of winter, of joy and fears
Frozen stiff where sanity retreats

The snow blew, as blizzard winds ought to
Abreast my face, chiseling with might
So there I howled at the moon’s delight
Ignoring the child sledding through

My next steps teetered toward minty moors
Though I found a dear, I chased my hart
Through a wicked twisting trail apart
From dear tidings due from you and yours

Here I did learn what it means to roam
Then turned and hummed winter’s song back home

Submitted: Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, September 14, 2011
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