Erica’s Winter
With eyebrows hinged in the middle
And weighted towards the outer edge
A worry-worn expression
On your porcelain visage
What murders come to you at night?
What fiendish beasts come up behind?
What demons, indeed what treasons
Make beauty like yours halt and cry?
Deep currents run ‘neath icy caps
As leafless trees watch closely by
The shrill wind blows and weak limbs snap
But - winter’s death itself soon dies
And furthermore look towards the sky
That greatest light which shines afar
Melts away the hoary frost,
Illumes the moon that dims the stars
So un-weight those outer edges
And with faith grab whatever ring
For under orangey skies you’ll see
You will achieve your fondest dreams
Ekka from Daddy
February
14, 2006
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