My eyes, aware of such
aware of light
aware of all things to delight
my eyes see things
I cannot see
their tiredness seeks a reason
Winter’s killing grip takes hold
to cleanse the air of much
It brings about a strange old feeling
… your eyes, aware of such
My eyes weep not
at the sight of love
for that sweet thing is lost
my eyes, aware of such
aware of time
aware of sunset’s rusty rime
The tail end of death
shall soon be upon us
as too
the heady scent of birth
Both majestic
and extraordinary
for they are
destroyer and creator
There is no definitive line
no singular moment
as veins of love
take hold over the other
Rushing to the light
breaking through cracks
these rampant orgasms
bleed Persephone passions
Winter
fades into hades
as spring
grows into a rose
Leaves shiver so
as winter rips
as they cling to life
Birds peck frozen earth
as winter rips
as they cling to life
Woody blood slows
as winter rips
as they cling to life
Time is silent
as winter rips
as each moment
… dies
A themed challenge on Winter.
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Ears on fire
fingertips hurt
pin cushion cheeks
a nose that’s burnt.
All this pain
I will endure
on a morning like this
air crisp and pure.
Ducks do practice
for Dancing on Ice
A Heron to judge
a look that could splice.
Further along
the canal takes a twist
where skimming snowflakes
a winter morn’s bliss.
All this happens
while you’re so fast asleep
you miss the wonders
of mid-winter’s treat.
So do what I do
and wake with the birds
put on your clobber
and tread virgin earth.
A Gap In The Clouds 