windswept night
tempest tossed at all cost
lost in the frosty sink
into snow the ice cold
brutal storm tears
winds creak cracking
warmth falls lacking
gales scale garden walls
birches bent appalled
as Peter salts the walks
birds too scarce to sacrifice
will fly to paradise to live
on moles and mice someplace
warm and nice
we are left in winter
sleep like a swimmer in the middle
of a river-reach the river bed
climb to the top of the bend
and mend your medieval plays
satisfied to script your write for
better days
raw wind roars the anger applauds
a gentler sweeter cause
winds whip then pause in
conquest for her lovers claws
that rip against the chest
of all that you digress
the jaguar kills for meat
to keep her on her feet
do not claim her as elite
do not blame her teeth
the game is sweet.