I wake
to a cold riddled forenoon
as the pale face sun welcomes the winters gloom
no month more free of flaming embers
than this bleak december
our brute winter has finally come
the beauty of summer finally undone
all the trees stand bare at high noon
like a child who lays naked in its mothers womb
we forget our fancy as friends frolic in a frigid delight
the day speaks dreary with its sun caught weary
as the orange twilight spits up the blandest of nights
realms of snow tower the streets
the grassy hills pull their icy sheets over themselves
a blue full moon scars the sky
with the stars dragging a blue crease devine
to a cold riddled forenoon
as the pale face sun welcomes the winters gloom
no month more free of flaming embers
than this bleak december
our brute winter has finally come
the beauty of summer finally undone
all the trees stand bare at high noon
like a child who lays naked in its mothers womb
we forget our fancy as friends frolic in a frigid delight
the day speaks dreary with its sun caught weary
as the orange twilight spits up the blandest of nights
realms of snow tower the streets
the grassy hills pull their icy sheets over themselves
a blue full moon scars the sky
with the stars dragging a blue crease devine