melting

today it is perfect, cool sun again,
whisps clouds draped across the cool blue,
soon it will be cold again,
all of us wrapped up,
sharp air,
stinging,
prickling the tips of toes,
hands and ears,
sending us screaming love again for all,
into nightmare dancing,
tiptoe on the sidewalk,
crystals alighting around and tumbling down,
the winter parties come too,
screaming,
howling,
from scintillating rooftops
and dragging frozen ankles through
the illuminate confetti of the first storm,
it is perfect,
quieter somehow,
calmer,
probably actually,
as most of us spend at least one
more day sleeping in,
curled under blankets and jackets,
your partner in rest becomes more than
just your favourite love,
but salvation,
the cold that creeps in from outside
is so more easily dissapated
than the kind from within,
and if i could hold herclose enough,
maybe the last of the thaw would reveal,
cold gloss receding and left the sprites of leaves
creeping through first alaskan soil,
dark as soot,
rich as gold,
but only a moments time to get a
lifes work done. 
it would seem that these lives are moments,
we only have a lifetime to get a moments
work done as well.