Winter's Child, From Two Winter Pieces

Poem by Susan H. Bowker

Winter’s Child                     

The snow’s first flurry

draws winter’s child

outside.

Arms spread wide

two rudders in the wind

she spins,

(eyes closed)

tongue exposed,

head back to the

sky’s bounty

and captures her own crystal treasure.

She imagines

it’s icy lace

kissing her tongue,

microscopic beauty.

She pictures

each icy edge, intricate and shiny.

She smiles

and spins again.

And I,

dislodged from my dread of cold,

     (pulled to the vortex of her spinning

      as a dim moon)

join her,

head back

to the sky’s bounty

to capture my own

crystal treasure.