Not All Is Lost
Shadows expand until daylight is gone,
swallowing visible beams like a yawn.
Fervently reaching like a greedy hand,
until daylight is gone, shadows expand.
Leaf piles increase in the hiss of brisk wind.
Meager gardens sag, verdant assets thinned.
A howling gust uplifts each drifting piece.
In the hiss of brisk wind, leaf piles increase.
Coldness compounds like a dampened shawl worn.
Snowman's weathered cloak I mutely adorn.
The numbing of an ice compress surrounds.
Like a dampened shawl worn, coldness compounds.
Thorns remain as fragrant petals lose scent,
hardened in a hunkered state of lament.
Not all is lost in bitter frost and rain.
As fragrant petals lose scent, thorns remain.
9-5-2022
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