I Know A Thaw Will Come Once More Poem by Mark Heathcote

Spring's a divine-pearl in a midnight's core
Cold but I know a thaw will come once more
Your lips-burr-blue waiting to be kissed, soothed
What once was silent, icily suffused
Now like fiery leaves, cries on the floor doled
Does a wooden-knot twist my soul fourfold?

Spring's a divine-pearl in a midnight's core
Cold but I know a thaw will come once more.

Seeds-sow-songs on-the-four-winds to climb,
But know it is the end of summertime
Residing just outside an abattoir;
Feeding on fresh blood or rotting gore
Its gold is a harvest, needs no cold store.
Lives-in-labyrinths like some Minotaur

Spring's a divine-pearl in a midnight's core
Cold but I know a thaw will come once more.

I know my poetry for falling leaves
The serpent's tongue kisses as it deceives
What's spoken in truth will always ignite
Shadows shed in light glow-naked and bright.
Autumn buries fruits in my heart and soul
Sleeping-roots that have clung tight now extol
They whisper of how the wind and water
Speaks - now-of-winter and a knifing slaughter

Spring's a divine-pearl in a midnight's core
Cold but I know a thaw will come once more.
A blizzard of knives a fire of bees
A sword of amber cutting through the trees
How everything falls naked on a breeze
Will have you praying, rising from your knees.
Autumn, cherishes cuts you like a thorn
Ah, waiting someday, soon to be reborn.