Winter and Snow
Published in
Feb 15, 2021
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.