"Winter"

A draft blows in the 
danky feel of winter
crystals swirling
 in the wind.

Frozen liquid
clouds falling
on a Thawing
 fleshy shoulder.

 A bath of frost
falls down with ease, 
slowly Melting 
in a sunbeam.

A shovel to
scoop up this 
white and virgin
scourge.

Burning in the 
 lonely frostbite of a 
wintry afternoon,
I step outside.

 We dig with rusty
 spades, my next door
 man and I, our silent
trails combine.

We both cross
outlaw walls
to uncross our
locked up eyes.

When the road
is clear anew,
our path is free.
We both drive on.