Frigid Embrace

whispering, your still words travel in seraphic symphonies

throughout the chilled, november air

chatter drowns out peals of heavy flurry above,

the swift-moving, snowy leaves of green beside us,

and the odious silence of locked shutters and empty stables

The niveous rooftops shimmer moonlight back into the sky,

leaving us surrounded by white in the luminous hour

acrid black escaping chimneys,

your bare, frosty fingers

in between mine,

and the jingle of bronze bells—inimitable to the genial facets of early june