Frozen Seeds In The Dead Of Winter... Poem by MoonBee Canady

' Frozen Seeds In The Dead of Winter... '

(Eccl.3: 2)

Let Me Die
On The Cold Forest Floor
In The Glittering Dead of Winter

Let Me Not Cry
At Its Freeze-To-Death-Core
As I Lay In Its Rigid Center

And Open and Close
The 'Rest In Peace' Door
and Bid Dark Oblivion Enter

Leave Me Exposed
Where Only Blind Blizzards Snore
In The Harsh-Hush of Howling Censure

Take Me Deep
So An Avalanche Stores
My Frost-Mist and Ice-Block Sculpture

Where I Shall Sleep
As Heavy Snow and Sleet - - Pour
In This Glacial, Slumbering Adventure

Blanket Me, Goodbye
Where The Cold Ground Bore
The Last Seed of My Life To Endure

Wintry Sky
Sinks To Take Me Where Before
I Touched This Frigid Temperature

Now, Let Me Die
On Cold Forest Floor, I Adore
In Its Glittering Dead of Winter

... A Grave Season Fixture


Written & Copyrighted ©: 1/7/2014
by: MoonBee Canady