Interplay of Flame and Ice
Amidst an orange moon which brightens
the chill of evening... when armada of snow
in a free-fall drapes the lanes as night recoils:
Yet, menfolk gather in a bonfire kindled with calm--
for just one flame in heaven's dome imbues
that a certain assurance can pierce a bitter gust
when darkness falls.
Tender grace endures as a lone star flickers
while the canopy of frost trembles to blanket
old hills like an iced lattice
climbing edge on edge and ridge on ridge:
and though dazzling crowns of peaks etch
iced crystals near westward's reach-
the smoldering embers of hope abide.
From a distance, I watch this mystery,
this interplay of flame and cold where time
mirrors the shift of beauty as a pool of winter
sways with the kiln of man's vigor and his moon,
allowing near capped byways to glimmer
alongside human's virtue that joins a snowy flow.
Contest of Anthony Slausen: Embers and Snowflakes
1/5/2018
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2018
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