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