Wishes & Dreams

Frost covered pane takes all my dreams & drawings no matter how doodlish transforming them into something more precious frost pictures taken in what’s happening outside & inside. I draw an outline (with the brush of my fingertip) of a horse & a horse appears & moves into it as if on cue from the field that exists the other side of the window. I draw another & another but they remain just sky & tree horses. I draw your face & you enter it like a spirit smiling with collected logs that the roaring fire devours greedily into the night I asleep at your feet and all the candles gone out the pictures vanished taken back by the frost dreaming its own dreams and tracing the outlines of its own thoughts upon the window panes of our wishes & dreams.