Winter dream

Oh, here it is again
Forever too early
The winter trees and glitter
The sparkling lights
and polar nights
The heart biting frost
of skiing madness
seasonal happiness
and concealed sadness

I hike like an asthmatic
desperate for oxygen
I can touch and mold
the mountains across
with my finger tips,
shape them into a snowball
and hide it behind the sun

for the light is making it frail

I cannot say it without laughing
My everyday thoughts slide
in the nameless space of imposture
I will always feel you
And we will always be
a he fox and a she wolf,
bathing in the blue snow moonlight.