5 weeks and it will all be over
The waiting for winter’s end
Cold weeks shifting over cold sheets
The rain nuzzling my lover’s ear
In the wetland of the lover’s lagoon
Dreaming hearts are woken at noon
The night shows its hand
Spreading from midnight through morning and
Back again.
Lengthening shadows darken my wall
A fading sepia of screaming crows
Weeping madness, reflected
By the mirrors of my soul
MY things scatter a scarlet floor
Reaching out for the closed door.
