Gusty winter wind sizzles,
pierces through –
flesh, veins,
and ruffles the bones,
making them shiver,
shout; to fizzle out.
Bloodstreams freeze,
heart longs,
beloved’s warm hug
and
wrecked body,
awaits snug of graves.
editors note:
These days, lately, we have to wear warm clothing or resort to grave fashion. – mh