nude, winter

nude, winter rides among us like a shameless Godiva,
wearing no raiment on her shoulders
and barely allowing the rime sweat of her horse
to cover the lands.

naked earth, yearning for snow,
shudders within frost’s fangs,
off balanced.

icicles bled along the eaves of my house
by nights wounded with gelid moonlight
resemble too much a ghost necklace
and too little water.

and winter rides,
smiling a frore smile to the still sky
admiring her exposed bareness
and denying her, in an ultimate voyeuristic delight,
her white cape.

Debs
Ah a Nude Winter excellent penning.

poetwithcancer
I never thought that winter could turn me on so much. ;)

Chaos1214
A perky piece : )