Boots…new poetry by Geoff Brookes

© 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.

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