winter romp

Let's run through the snow,
kick it up so everyone knows
we've been here, gone this way.
Let's make an angel band,
give them a love song to play;
a man of snow to quietly stand
and shield our kiss from view.

Tromp through the ice-crunched leaves,
tug you down by your down-filled sleeves
and watch the icy dipper pour
cold into the bright night air.
Falling crystalline jewels will adorn
your golden moonlit hair,
while I wrap around and warm you.

We'll melt down to the sleeping grass,
see dislodged stars make their pass
across the play-filled skies,
moved to join in the race
and there dance before our eyes.
And I, in my favorite place,
laughingly revel in the view.
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