A sea of white Favors hallowed ground Where dotted lines track snow angels And souls are lost to release A druid spell conjures delirious bliss Tasting the snowflakes Kissing the cold air Hugging the entire sky A great and simple magick stirs Holding mitten hands Warming nuzzle noses And the smell of her hair in winter
As published in my book, Time Travelers, psalms of fern, v.2.