seasonal poem | K Morris

It will be minus 3 tonight.

The light

Dies fast in winter.

There is a splinter

Of ice in my heart

With which I make art.

True, sometimes the sun breaks through.

But for now I rhyme

Of wintertime.

Spring will bring birdsong

But winter’s splinter is forever part

Of my poet’s heart.

Though birdsong does not last long

It may live on

When I am gone

In a rhyme of my wintertime.

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