SPRING FROST
take this tight
fist of frost
sky knifed
star edge cold.
all night growing
winter chime
whispered seed.
Certain is
fools for fools
while the world turns.
Life and death
a blade edge breath
that flips and loves either.
The in and the out of it
that we would hold fixed
and steady as a sure eye.
King ‘til the Spring sun
smiles over the hill
and dreams of summer
quiet upon the air.
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