Poem: Ice Play

 

Ice Play

 

peppery on naked oaks,

feisty tadpoles of glitzy sun.

boisterous in bevies, they scamper off,

renegades amok, mischief so ardent,

to incite gales of primrose and goldenrod.

illimitable seas of glassy whips.

 

dawn,

the dawn had been seraphic and gossamer.

noon a mortalized bliss.

and yet, now, the finale, the red horizon

succumbs to purple nightshade.

 

onyx, after all, 

onyx haunts the crystallized branches.

those fashionable hairdos of hydras

that only half remember

the lost drama of sauvignon tears.

 

moonless, now, so moonless …  

 

no, a pomegranate moon,

above a basin of brittle tongues in wind.

are they so desperate to lick, 

to taste but a scintilla

of that castaway glimmer?

stars, 

so brief the stars, before the next dawn,

 

the stars, 

wish seeds, nubilous,

above the frosty medusan heads.

what oasis their darkling dome,

that desert?

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