snow

the branches like eclairs holding tufts of white morning
screech as they move in the dry wind that laps at your freckles
nothing has walked on the lake but cats and deer
and the iodine os frozen

the earth is green and crunched under this sleeping
and my body is ready to move in the air

these words came when i saw it
the pointed finger nail ice dripping from the pipe
the welcome sign laced with night
and here they are fermented

december

there is nothing on my mind else much now but the crystals that are falling from the sky. 

there are fluffy crystals that are falling from the sky and they then become fluffy crystals on my hair

i see you standing in front of me with the eerie night porch light and looking into my eyes and the accumulating white and then closer, kissing, cold lips that become fill, pulsing, warm with love