Sensual Snow Poem by Amy Marie

Distant lights gladly play the role of man-made moons
Whose color paints the lumpy surface of the

Snow at night. They are a spotlight
For the ever-swirling flakes of fluff.
Sensuality's fluff.
Sensual

The overused swing pulls me up like a backwards roller coaster
And then releases my rosy face into

The frosty whirling wind. The wind tries to
Turn its fleeting back to me.
Childhood's wind.
Childlike

But it sticks inevitably with me. The pretty blue
Painted front door awaits my smile of a return -

Invisible in the dim of evening.
Only who-knows-what can lead me back.

Back to my flower room -
Back to my perfume -
Back to Femininity -
Back again. Back.