Hoar-Frost Hearts

Hoar-Frost Hearts (with acknowledgment and apologies to Shakespeare) Who dares compare thee to a winter’s night? Thou art much darker and more treacherous . Howling gales render darling buds to blight And winter’s grip too long and arduous Holds dark the swollen hope of heavens eye. Allows false dawn gold weakly blushing peak Upon the icy crust you would deny Whilst cursing natures changing course as weak. But your unending winter has not left Nor lost the comfort of its ling’ring frost, Nor death denied the coldness of your depth, Its numbing sting the solace of love’s loss Rest now, in time the beating heart will slow, Rest now embraced by fluffy winter snow. 9/15/2016