Unwasted In Winter
Oh winter oh winter
I am the blood red timber
mobile in the ancient freeze
balanced amid the brutal breeze,
upon my face your artic breath stings
yet my unfrozen faith unfurls and sings,
fingertips and knuckles known to numb
though thy stride be nimble and plumb,
the soft low slate skies
thick around the limbs and eyes
prophecy a thermal urgency
drawn from spun soul agency,
within leafless trees and patina omens
unhidden nests of sunken seasons
reflect a million years of farmsteads
city streets, withered wings and silent snowbeds,
in the clarity of your shocking sunshine
I celebrate Christ along spires of pine
and as the devils mock my feet
I pounce through the heavy sleet
knowing my heart will heat the ice,
oh winter oh winter, I am a fire fierce -
J.A.B.
Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2016
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