Winter's Kiss (Poetry)

Snow-weavers rushing quick and sly
the silent crystal fairies fly
a slanting dazzle — selves disguised
against white turbulence of sky
that pushes — tugs thin brittle limbs
thrown back and forth by bully winds.

They hunt for lost folk — old and young
who’ve melted flakes upon their tongue
not knowing how such snow-spells bind
a weak half-frozen frame of mind
and lure into a snowblind trance
those witnessing white fairies dance.

A numbness creeping calm and slow
enchanted by each kiss of snow-
cold lips that soothe the blue-veined cheek.
The path long-gone — no way to seek
escape from this strange drifting state.
They lie enthralled — resigned to fate.

And those who find grey withered forms
might think cruel blizzards — bitter storms
had cut them down. Some violent death
not gentle sleep had stifled breath
and curled them round to hibernate.
All skin and bone. Prepared to wait.