Irretrievable

I stroll a silvered landscape where trees are silhouetted spears, stabbing memories of days first walked with you . . . ice traceries, firey strands of longing lace, wrap the crumbling dream, like brittle, curling tinsel from childhood holidays. A burning stream of cold tumbles seaward, dislodging jagged stones, desire and disgust; wounding barren feet. Backward . . . I trace pink-tinged footprints along the line of demarcation where love once gamboled in innocence before the moon capitulated and collapsed into the sea. Lovely she was, but she is no more. Copyright August 3, 2018