tbyronk

A startle
of lightning
& snow
bright
wind
rise like
disappearing
ghosts.

Hold my
candle to
your
star>
The cold
window blooms
now of
ice flowers
pale as
last Christmas.

Almost
too cold
by dusk
light>
Rime frost
& bright like
lost stars
under
my feet.

Pale sky
& crows
at long last
calling into
the blue.
Is it too
soon
for Spring-
Light?

1/21/2011
1/24/2011
1/6/2011
Revised
7/6/2017