The Haunting

ghostly iciclesSomething wicked this way comes,

Marching in to Arctic drums;

Promised gift of spring succumbs

To ghosts of winter past.

Ice Queen reigns supreme for now,

Frigid frost on frigid brow;

Soon, she’ll have to take a bow,

For phantoms cannot last.

 

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Spring Forward

Frosty grasses

 

Lay down what is past

Look beyond this present skin

Lean hard into Spring

Shine On

frosty sunflower

 

Shine on, little one,

though your petals crack 

with cold and icy 

shivers lick hungry

at your tender throat.

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Shine on when Arctic

winds whisper white lies,

slanderous icebergs

distorting your image,

warping your purpose.

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Shine on when frosty

tentacles deaden

pulse, sluggish sap-drips

creeping in dead-end

veins, maze of the damned.

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Shine on despite cold

that hounds, ferocious

predator alert 

for signs of weakness,

patient for the kill.

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For your name is Light.

Your breath blooms as warm 

sunbeams. You were born

to spin straw into

gold; so shine, shine on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

To See, or Not To See

snowy diamonds

Rich

is the soul

whose heart can see

that even life’s coldest path

is sprinkled with

diamonds