Between all the good words been said

There ain't much snow
but we call this winter anyway 

It freezes everything around us 
above and below 
inside us 

slowly building ice layers
chrystal clear
between all the good words been said
and between the hands reaching up  
for a warm breath of the stove of heart

making it all visible by
blowing the autumn barriers away  
with a crisp gasp of wind 
forcing the summer to be forgotten