Boots…new poetry by Geoff Brookes May 2, 2015 / chuck duboff © Geoff Brookes Boots Boots squeak on snow-packed path. Face frosted, skin sealed, Wild wind whispers to fur, Enticing, sneaking, While piercing light shouts ecstasy; Frigid joy – bitter, bright. Advertisements Share this:ShareFacebookEmailTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related