Rule-Breaking, Round 3: Winterlust

Winterlust

O, under open white sky,

I’ll watch the grey kaleidoscope

dusting and swirling, like the hope

of a white winter, cold and dry.

The icy sharp bite brings a slow

cutting blow, where the birds no longer fly.

Steaming cider and hot tea;

The people walking glance, and pass

by the windows, huddled like cats,

Shivering and grinning. Pleased.

Nothing but barren trees and dead grass

on the corner of Pennsylvania and Thirteenth.

Lit log-piled hearth fire,

I see a shadow tango in the firelight.

I feel an ember smolder with delight,

And hear the long-lost plucking of a lyre

who echoes; breaking through the sight

of a cracked, and trans dimensional mirror.

Advertisements

Published by

dkm1992

I was grown from mushroom spores.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s