Candy Crush

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Embryo in frozen state, life that lies in whispered hush;

Seeds have time to contemplate prospective perks of  being crushed.

Future fruit that owes its taste to winter’s harshest, toughest blow,

Shows us nothing is a waste – frost breaks us down to help us grow.

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Fear Falls Fast and Thick

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Fear falls fast and thick.

Icy terrors cover logic in a blanket that mocks security,

Smothers a summer’s-worth of growth

in cold-calculated seconds.

But faith is a hot summer day,

A mind disciplined to thaw frozen lies

And dispel anxious snowstorms;

Melted, watery thoughts drip

Drip

Drip

Onto softened soil.

 

 

 

 

 

In the Gallery

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Winter’s brush, with frozen bristles

Decorates the thorns and thistles –

Weaves her words to paint a spell

That beautifies the weeds as well

As ever Solomon was dressed

In kingly robes and royal crest;

Her art, expressed in silver tones,

Becomes the flesh to drape bare bones,

Makes beautiful the cold mundane,

Declares the glory of her reign.

I, who humbly view her show,

Am lured, enraptured by the snow.

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.

 

Prison Break

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One day sun will melt the bars,

Open doors and mend the scars,

Free your spirit from your chains –

Winter’s just the labour pains.

Doing the Math

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And so we wait,

Wind crunching numbers

Multiplying grievance, dividing winter

Days into fragmented ticks of a frozen clock.

In addition, only the sum total counts;

But the square root of snow

Is a water molecule,

And so we wait.

The Great Reversal

frosty trellis

 

Where once a green and virile vine

Twined its length upon your frame,

Frost has thrust his hoary head,

Icy claws have staked their claim.

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Do not lose hope as Winter’s grip

Sinks fangs of doom into your heart;

Where once his frozen work remained,

Spring’s greenery will grow her art.