Some are born
Amidst the cold–
Deep blue winter snows…

Tipping fences
Bending tree branches
Frosting cheeks–
Pale shades, pink attitude

Standin’ tall ‘gainst fair white Irish skin
Winter child speaks to me
’cause she’s born…

In the world between–
Frigidly tenuous place
Turbulent solitude

Her eyes sparkle
Sunlight glint, bouncing
off fresh snow drifts
Somewhere north of heaven…

Frozen world where we live, huddled
under broken evergreen branches
Ever wonderin’ why
Those ocean-deep blue eyes
Forever haunt me and you