i.
words blur themselves
in the remote reaches
of the mind, verbs
and adjectives search
for voice in a tongue
captivated by ice,
flowering like the
newly blossoming sun.
ii.
frozen,
with the frost
that winter
breathes,
the winter’s silhouette the
ghost of the snow.
iii.
her voice a million
white leaves
learning how to melt
like a little snowman
wrapped in a warm,
red scarf.
iv.
the water breathes
its kiss of ice,
mirrors pressed to
the sky,
white hedgerows
with leaves
that shiver
gathering april's
weak sunlight,
framed like a
watercolour the
shadows of
midnight’s blue inks.
v.
the lake ploughs
its bottle-like
greens, surrenders its
shimmering breath
to the waste land of
the sky.
vi.
love drifts with the seas
where the waves rush
past, a colossal stream
below the blue stars.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 7:18 AM UTC
i.
words blur themselves
in the remote reaches
of the mind, verbs
and adjectives search
for voice in a tongue
captivated by ice,
flowering like the
newly blossoming sun.
ii.
frozen,
with the frost
that winter
breathes,
the winter’s silhouette the
ghost of the snow.
iii.
her voice a million
white leaves
learning how to melt
like a little snowman
wrapped in a warm,
red scarf.
iv.
the water breathes
its kiss of ice,
mirrors pressed to
the sky,
white hedgerows
with leaves
that shiver
gathering april's
weak sunlight,
framed like a
watercolour the
shadows of
midnight’s blue inks.
v.
the lake ploughs
its bottle-like
greens, surrenders its
shimmering breath
to the waste land of
the sky.
vi.
love drifts with the seas
where the waves rush
past, a colossal stream
below the blue stars.
