Meanwhile, Melody Muses…

Winter wounds carve the deepest,

Cancerous in their cold insistence;

Glaciation leaves a mark.

But once the tears wash away the gravel,

Your new landscape will drop jaws –

As the desert was scoured into the Grand Canon,

Everest buckled and heaved with stress,

So your beauty will shine,

Common carbon to  delectable diamond.

I

     can

            see

                  your

                        sparkle

                            through the trees….