Winter Girl
California once housed
a winter girl
Ash dusted, soot spinning,
orange & nuclear green
sunsets & a beaded screen
where December is a
distant glitter glow
littering a dance floor
Nancy Sinatra boots
point home
up, up, & away
They say the sky
is thinner from that high
Bangles jangling, movement to
a B-side underground groove
on this pseudo-island of love
Spotlights drowning the starlight above,
the heartbeat of the valley croons
She finds
she craves the cold, sells desert ware
for a way back to snowflake
& ice covered hair, wants to
trade in the West for a flight home
& an escape from heartbreak
Wants to leave
the canyon spirits behind,
with the City of Snow Angels
staying emblazoned
forever in her frozen mind
Thistle Thoughts 