barren white
knelt to stir the river
and the finger tips numbed
freezing the lost tears
behind the shimmering viel
could it have been the before
hand dispirited and broken
reaching for dripping icicles
forgetting past survival songs
look to the sky
the fire of new dawn
swallowing handheld hearts
blowing glitter embers on sand
the stars shine these cold clear nights
- See: Poetry