Give me a winter run through a sieve. Sieve-like the midnight the winter light gives, Cold to the bone-core, pungent and bold. Bold comes the sunlight, piercing the cold; Forever come changes in seasons of weather, Whether the winter comes each year forever. postscript For day ten of Mirror sestet.
Love lightensAs soft starlight brightensEarth wrapped in a hurricane of snow Fold in a lampshade midnight wanderers who goTo feel with all their numbness, anything to knowCold itself is mortal, love not far Eternal, warm, unmarred,Snow-like stars. postscript For day nine of The Trois-Par-Huit. And interesting form based on
In wisdom first, to proudly reign Philosopher and king, the same And leading captives in your train. O son of combat, turn again; Your first love calls you: counsel, thought, You traded them, and dearly bought Your flesh, your satisfaction, won And at what cost is all this done? A
I love him But. (There is no "but.") And Come twilight, no change. For love is always "and" without a catch. We love As love has made us "we." Two rolled into one. A discourse, Ever widening, And ever deeper, so help me. God,
Oh fire, thou art destructive to thy core; An elemental force reducing all To elements original. Before Thy blazing path must all who touch thee fall. And yet thy flames do carry me and stir A hope for dawn, a comfort for tonight, Engulfed in spreading heat from head to