Poem: Snow Melt

 

Snow Melt

 

what mean passion slew a heart

serene and brave as Pegasus?

 

must contours weep to evict sleek limbs

for irascible nettles,

 

those long-dead scarecrows

viscid with sludge?

 

the ashen, shrunken sun, 

could an ember of regret 

rage in its spears?

or does the snow 

flee of its own devices,

tired of the envy of clouds?

why so, those clouds, 

raptures faraway, closer to heaven?

similar, yes, to the beauty of the snow

save for the sacrifice they made 

to fly.

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