Cold
Stops the beating heart
And Ice
Freezes the soul.
With every step the
Flowers frost, the
Plants perish, the
Singing ceases, the
Living die.
In the wake of those footprints
You leave
Icicles
Sharpening to a point where
Water once flowed;
Wind that
Bites and screams where a
Lazy breeze once blew.
The buds had just begun to bloom
When you turned your face away
And with it went the sun.
Fading light leans away from the Earth, though
Only a moment ago these two were
Inextricably linked.
This Spring cut short prematurely
By this inexplicable Winter
Is such a pity to behold;
Such raw potential in those
Slender shoots of green poking
Just above the soil
Could have been harvested in plenty
When ripe in Summer glory,
Yet you have stomped them out like
Weeds.
There, on the horizon, I can see it-
A faint glow of fresh gone by
That’s just beyond my reach.
Lean back a bit farther, and let me
Center you back in my
Sky.