Thursday, December 01, 2011

Gloved Hand


Gloved Hand



Prickles of the icy winter,
Tingle up my spine roughly.
Shivers bring the nausea,
Of the sickness of this cold.

Out come the trusty mitts,
Stowed a lower jacket pocket.
Smoothly, deliciously refreshingly
I slip inside with ease.
Cruel memories disappear now,
As your protective warmth heals.

Bliss, absolute bliss !!
Why did I ever forget,
The comfort that you bring ?
Like my winter best friends,
The pair of you reward,
My knowing trust once more,
Of everything you've shared.