Winter
falls
on snow white paws.
Thick, round and furry.
Lands on my tongue and melts.
Lands on my hair, my clothes and dances in the wind
creating
a new-borne, fragile echo of white light.
Dances with frozen cold fingers
under my scarf and
between
the gaps where I horde warmth.
I shiver and she
laughs. I smile and she
dances in my throat
leaving dragon-plume breaths behind.
c. J. Buschbaum [...]