The unimaginable zero summer lies in the water A water grey with the half-time break Where mother takes a breath A breath that sends chills up every nerve ending, even in the tips of fingers When the sun is a bleached dot in a faded sky And the evergreen wilts to clay The sounds of the water hitting sand in the tide And the rustling of the leaves weaving to make the ceiling Are no longer welcoming comforts But detached, careless, and fierce Any young are burrowed away A short-notice hibernation with mom and dad and half stock The black no longer a vast night sky But a lurking cold beneath pale, cycling feet That are numb, frozen Zero
In response to a line from T.S Eliot's 'Little Gidding'