and the blue eyes of morning blink

–

closing shut

upon the still desolation

of harsh winter storms

–

frozen shut

–

tears flowing

freezing

crystal streams streaking

diamonds

upon the pale face of sorrow

–

oh

how the unpigmented landscape shrieks

as the warmth of spring entreats

allowing

once more

the rivers to run unimpeded

and the garish tint of rose

to return to its anemic cheeks