She Whispers the Winter Snow

Soft dripping glades
Sifting palisades
Of winter’s chilling whispers
She’s drifting seen
Waning in her dreams
Dull crescent, evanescent
You’re shivering
Soft spoken thin blue light
Smears your pale face
Frost cold gleam
Her fingers trace
Gently on my face
My white-gowned, sinful still sound
In frostwork sear
Hold me ever near
Delicately, quelling quickly
You’re shivering
Soft spoken thin blue light
Smears your pale face
Frost cold gleam
In your eminent eyes of mirth
A gleam
Passing peacefully over earth
I gather your arms
Close to mine
My gentle love
Softly swaying
Forever staying near
My love