Winter Gloves - Climate

I move my bones

And feel the wind

I miss my home

The tree-lined world

The Sallyfied phone

The trigger tightens

The body prone

I put on my winter gloves

Eyes blind by blinking

I’m glad just thinking

In the trench to-night

But you see my hands

Aren’t made for guns

They’re for winter gloves

And blocking the sun

With one winter glove on my left hand

And one winter glove on my right hand

Off I walk into the night

The fallen snow is mostly white

I once had some friends

Their names wre Matthew

Mark, Luke, and John

Th soldiers died

One by one

There’s no more dancing

No more fun

And with one winter glove on my left hand

And one winter glove on my right hand

Off I walk into the night

The fallen snow is mostly white