Bones full of Winter’s darkness,
sparkling in chills.
Face pilfered by frosty bites,
no, not beaten, never that; just
hibernating within dark pink thoughts,
sipping April Showers by the glass half full,
filling the womb fertile,
burning the heart with ice,
brewing cold yesterdays into warm tomorrows.
Cradled in January’s arms, waiting…
for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Open Link Monday – Dec. 1, 2014)
Magpie Tales 151...
...and something Dark to stay Creative Every Day