There’s a blizzard of words in my mind.
It is blowing and raving inside.
I embrace it, as it tears my soul,
spills on a page till a poem’s born.

Frosty air, crystal laugh.
It’s unfair, when a puff—
a white cloud—is allowed
to break free. I don’t see
why it would ever wish
to escape. So, I kiss
your chapped lips to hide,
to keep
the puff
inside.

I wonder if you know,
there are few things as beautifully blinding
as sparkling diamonds on a sheet of snow
—pristine white snow—
when early in the morning after a storm,
the sun arises, spills its light—spellbinding!
There are few things…
and one of them I know.
I wake up to this wonder every morning.
With warmth, it fills me, and iridescent glow.
My feelings grow
as you look up, your hair spilled over pillows,
and smile so brilliantly, full of love and joy!
I wonder if you know,
you’re more beautiful than snow.

Thick smoke and wild fire
my heart only knows.
I’m lost in desire,
consumed by this lust.
I hear no reason,
just the roaring blaze.
Guide me through this maze…
Your sure touch, your groans—
for you, my heart burns.

I’ve been feeling blue
searching for a while.
Love eluded me—
Such a cruelty
can’t be wished upon.
Autumn days drag on.
Must lose hope, I know…
I’m a fool,
it’s true—
Under this first snow,
I can’t hide a smile
at the sight of you.
Don’t need love,
just you.