in paradisio

an empty palette of bitter ice
wind frozen as crystal buds
white velvet shawls
covering the howling night
created fugitive visions…
red taillights didn't warm
death's cold fingers grasping, which
rejoiced in the fleeting forewarning
nature's fairyland sinks to screeching hell

will the angel of death sing paradise?

snowmen smelted into bronze epitaphs
leftover coolness lingers, ruins tomorrow
life holds little warming joy
a blue mud-caked scarf, flagging
a roadside cross, simple, oak, engraved
screaming peace, a mother’s tears
the pale shrouded pride of her prayers
twigs of ashen innocence petrified in time
her black loss laced in bitter snow



in paradisio
[2007.24.1...a]