Winter and Snow

Frozen Honeysuckle Branches — 2/14/21 — photo by author

Wait for frost in bitterness, you meek of the earth
for honesty and humility are dead
synonymous with a crystal king smashed
like falling water, wrong side of infinite,
you may never cross
and the sunlight came to little:
when you brought it home, I blew it away
and sang you this song:

Cracked and brittle but
Sound in the middle
The world is caked in ice.

For trouble is naught
In just one small spot
Somewhere the dead shall rise thrice.