When day of
snow shakes fragments of my love
white birds release frost signals on swift wings.
“Oh, where are you?” I search the sky above
and see a frozen lake etch wedding rings—
Call Mother Father to my voice of blare
horizon stammers climax to stiff pines.
My love wipes darkened sleet to dancers fair
and limelight’s virgin snow as warmth entwines—
Yet why is sky now bruised with drifting cloud
my voice cries out but melts in muted ears?
Dance ebbs and shoulders hunch a misty shroud
my heart howls shivering mindscape of my tears—
I close the curtains of my wistful eyes
The lich gate creaks, then cruelly shuts and cries— |
Winter River by
Garax: Photobucket |
New day
lights virgin snow with breathlessness
snowman throws belly laughs of arctic air.
My dear parents you skate sunlight's finesse
loop sleek Birch stocking limbs without a blare—
Yet parents, yesterday you caught my call
horizon spreads Spruce forest's bridge of green.
Svelte Mother you slice steel on frosty squall
Father you guide her waist with sliding sheen—
Where do you hide in heaven's pearly gate?
lake spangles figures of divinity.
Dead leaves adrift the crystals of your fate
mirror sweet words of your tranquility—
The lake reflects return in fragrant Spring
florist flower where twin bells bloom and cling— |
