Floating now, forever brisk

Floating now, forever brisk
in movements like skating
on ice… Ah winter, my
favorite season of discontent
or dat - content, but all-ways
counting tracks in the snow
of Time's descent captures
annulment as summer's index

… What joy we had there
what frolic and mirth
to add a so-on to the
visions of corduroy girls
and pea-coated boys… By
spring, we await New
saviors and honey.