Valleys

Old man winter
Blows snows' brooms
Sweeping apparitions
Over Pine 's ribs
spirits escape
In gusts of ice-
They exhale ; make
Music against valleys
Belly.
Old man winter
Can tell the dancer
From the dance.
This night sky
Lusts -
A Release of its snowflakes
This dancer -
In the midst
Of  winter's bows-
 The ballet :
Of season.

Winter Blossoms

Blossoms, this,
new winter:
     Surround holiday's hearth-

Snow's ribbons:
hold my cheeks:
     Spring's crocus , it's beauty-

Aria:
the duet:
     where winter evolves spring-

Just the point-
earth erupts:
     and life begins, the way-

it was meant- 
before , dreams
     melted, those seasons ,spaces

Froze ,
even-
     Tulips and Daffodils