Poiesis: Winter

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A new poem in honor (and indictment) of cold and frosty Kansas nights.

Winter

whetted, cold
as polished blade
reflects the faintest gleam of light
so locked in frost
and bound in ice
does languish here, this frozen night

her well-worn gaze
neath waning moon
in vain to catch her lover’s eyes
who on the morn
in faithless guile
does tarry late in mistress skies

oh! to beat
with winged joy
upon the winds to sun-drenched land
but woe to fall
on fettered soil
still cold, this night, so near at hand

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