“Red Ribbons Upon Fallen Snow” by Amy Marie Hess

Just like red ribbons
upon fallen snow, we stand
out to all who glance,
Passersby transfixed
on the portrait of two souls
curled in soft romance.

Your lashes dance in
sync with mine as we peer
in windows of warmth,
Solitude has found
its barrier from the
cool winds of the north.

Slender fingers are
frozenly hidden in
depths of pinkish palm,
Gently rubbing fair
tender skin; in winters storm -
lover's world is calm.

Flurries wisp around
our frames and die upon
white graves at feet,
And just like ribbons
upon fallen snow, we're
eventually blown a'fleet.