"Blizzard" by Bill Holm


After midnight the blizzard howls itself out,
the wind sleeps, a tired lover.
Before bed, I think of you
and play the 
Meistersinger quintet
over and over, singing
along on all the parts,
dancing though the house
like a polar bear who thinks
it has joined the ballet.
You are in my arms, dancing too;
whirling from room to room;
frost crusted on the window
begins to glow like lit up faces.
My five fingers, now on fire
like these five voices singing,
imagine touching the skin
over your shoulders

-- By Bill Holm


  1. Very, very nice. Full of wonderful imagery and exquisitely lyrical.

  2. lovely. what exquisite taste you have.


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