Where snow lines perinnially cover
the blessing of last summer with
its latitudinal boundaries
and the sorrel tree does not bloom
my own soil erupts as
a withered vine
there are leaves as brittle
as ancient scrolls
Sorrow roams freely
sorting through this sordid season
killing each petal of
a rose that had
only months before
just unfurled
... could you hear
its muffled screams
as it died in the cold?
The monster of January
wields its spear of breath
The 'hawk' convulses
in the stamen of the iris
and I yearn to
understand its infallible
verses as I pass through
the gauntlet of these two
known enemies
hoping to safely reach
Spring
(c) 2002 FINDING SO(u)LUTIONS
the blessing of last summer with
its latitudinal boundaries
and the sorrel tree does not bloom
my own soil erupts as
a withered vine
there are leaves as brittle
as ancient scrolls
Sorrow roams freely
sorting through this sordid season
killing each petal of
a rose that had
only months before
just unfurled
... could you hear
its muffled screams
as it died in the cold?
The monster of January
wields its spear of breath
The 'hawk' convulses
in the stamen of the iris
and I yearn to
understand its infallible
verses as I pass through
the gauntlet of these two
known enemies
hoping to safely reach
Spring
(c) 2002 FINDING SO(u)LUTIONS