Winter in The Fifth Dimension
The sparkling hoar frost on the twigs
Appear as silver in the waning light
Miniature icicles form on the sprigs
As I delight in the hidden and recondite
The great imponderables to the erudite
glisten like gold just out of reach
Dancing like snowflakes just before midnight
With arcane insights to teach
As I freeze in the vast and dark breach
Great snow drifts begin to form
I plead with the heavens, nay, I beseech
"Give me the wisdom that makes one warm"
Right in front of me appeared a storm
And out of it dropped shovels and spades
"Go forth, dig yourself out and reform
Enough with your tired masquerade."
So said the Mattatron of all it surveyed
As I dug through the snow into the earth
What it meant to me was conveyed
That within us is all our death and rebirth
Copyright © Trey Hamner | Year Posted 2016
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