icebound
no succor from the snow
nor sanctuary in sun-dazzled climes
cold grips and never lets go
—
he roves about the land
makes sure sister spring
does not arrive before her time
this is his reign,
the stately prince declares,
blue eyes harshly flashing
his skin is white as the treacherous ice
hair dark like the barren trees
haughty mouth and faehrye ears
denoting royalty
—
in this season of the world
i too lie dormant,
waiting for spring’s awakening
sluggish, despondant,
i long to run barefoot
through the sweet green grass
too bad it’s dead
