Always full of love Never without hope this is the very knot at the end of my rope. Never too far gone, Never in the grip of winter for too long. See how summer rips The soul clean out of fear and into scattered beams of sunlight dancing brightly across…
Blackest ink, the color of my love, Has carved the snowy footsteps in the night; Compelled to venture where the land grows rough And wrapped in breathlessness like candlelight, Composing notes you may find good enough. Be carved in snowy footsteps of the night And melting snow. With ink as…
When comes the old man winter in, Comports himself like king and crown There's naught to do but let him win For bones have no defense deep down We might as well just let him win; There's no resisting king and crown. Perhaps the host can…
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.…
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…