winter's whispered words
The most wonderful words
work their way from her lips—
wispy and whimsical
in the wintery wild;
welling within the air,
spilling, mixing with
the whistling of the wind
working its way through a
snowy, winter-bitten
wood; billowing inside
white, whimsy lace covered
windowpanes to whisper
within my wanting ears,
finally willing their
way into the warming,
wanton muscle within
this wisher's wary chest—
wondrous witchcraft, a spell for
all weary, weak, or weeping.
- dawn
[winter-y poem 3/3]
