Bluster Sunday

The sweetness of a winter day.

Awaken sharp to howls of late morning winter fury
Smile to greet the wails and cries of wrath
Rise to spy the saccharine blanket
And the sweet flurry that rushes to erase the dead

Amble soft toward the gates that shield us
Bundled up in armor to begin
The bitterness will stay behind heavy door
Trudge slowly through perfect, unmarred frosting

Look down so as to save our vision
So used to darkness and the vivid square
Feel the cold anoint my cheeks of ivory
The sugary powder matches it so well

Breathless as we fatten up on beauty
Sadness at all discarded trees
Lying silent, past their useful due dates
No more jewels to celebrate in warmth

Shuffle, shuffle through the winter bluster
Through the white and perfect stormy day
Can hardly see the face of my beloved
Yet through it all, we know we’ll find our way.