I like girls in winter clothes,
comforting as the wind blows.
Red, yellow and blue still shows
as the sun is sleeping as it goes.
I like girls in beanies, coats,
warm armor, beautiful notes,
of warm hearts, that so devotes
to friends, angels on which she dotes.
I like girls in beanies, mittens or gloves.
as the sky is grey, the belly of a turtledove,
and she is looking at the ground, thinking of love,
and all the snow, in November, falling from above.
I like girls in their winter attire,
for nothing calls Death, Lord and Sire,
and I tempt Persephone with my lyre,
to let me find the light, outside a Samhain fire.
Bright colors, soft fabrics, keeping warmth in.
Every winter, ever snow, we cannot let Death win.
Red, yellow and blue, primary colors drawn in
to make a dream, a kiss, to love and fall all over again.