Frozen Seeds In the Dead of Winter
" Frozen Seeds In The Dead of Winter ... "
(Eccl. 3: 2)
Let Me Die
On The Cold Forest Floor
In The Glittering Dead of Winter
Let Me Not Cry
At Its Freeze-To-Death-Core
As I Lay In Its Rigid Center
And Open and Close
The 'Rest In Peace' Door
and Bid Dark Oblivion Enter
Leave Me Exposed
Where Only Blind Blizzards Snore
In The Harsh-Hush of Howling Censure
Take Me Deep
So An Avalanche Stores
My Frost-Mist and Ice-Block Sculpture
Where I Shall Sleep
As Heavy Snow and Sleet - - Pour
In This Glacial, Slumbering Adventure
Blanket Me, Goodbye
Where The Cold Ground Bore
The Last Seed of My Life To Endure
Wintry Sky
Sinks To Take Me Where Before
I Touched This Frigid Temperature
Now, Let Me Die
On Cold Forest Floor, I Adore
In Its Glittering Dead of Winter
... A Grave Season Fixture
Written & Copyrighted ©: 1/7/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
Copyright © Moonbee Canady | Year Posted 2014
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