Monday, August 9, 2021

Poem: Snow Melt

 

Snow Melt

 

what mean passion slew a serene heart

that once swelled brave as Pegasus?

 

why do contours weep to evict smooth pores--

for irascible nettles, long-gone scarecrows, viscid sludge?

 

the ashen sun, did it cast embers and spears?

or did the snow in summary tire of enviable clouds--

 

raptures faraway, much closer to heaven, similar, yes,

save for the weight they shed to fly.



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