Winter Arrives
Winter arrives at party’s end,
dressed indecent,
peppermint conceals
a lingering whisky scent.
His eyes, starlit candies,
his gaze, lake effect.
“Bottoms up!” he cries.
We shovel shots,
wait for afterglow,
but it tingles
‘neath the mistletoe.
Who he’ll kiss,
we don’t know.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
dVerse Poet’s Pub | Quadrille # 166 – I Like Candy
44 words including a sweet
Cover Artwork: Iroquois Legend




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