Ever Whitness Skies Poem by Mario Gonzalez

When winter surpasses fall

And spring stays silent,

The summer groves chill

Beneath an icy grave.

The eagle’s cry is heard afar

The lion’s roar is never whispered.

Like the leaves never seen

And the rivers never heard,

The whiteness blinding skies

Are seen through ever more.

As the waves of hope are frozen

Penetrating shame diffusing,

The stifling color of joy

Is shaded by the leaves never seen

and blinded by the ever whiteness skies.