VILLANELLE OF SUMMER LIPS

Ice grips we who have been forgotten

Young winter’s silence begins to settle

Paralyzed in this blizzard coffin

 

Snow falls like flurry from a cannon

quiet pines collect the arctic speckle

Ice grips we who have been forgotten

 

Nestled by a log an infant robin

alone, cold and wings too brittle

Paralyzed in this blizzard coffin

 

Frost, a virus, begins the rotting

petals of patience never to unravel

Ice grips we who have been forgotten

 

Out cold in eternal rest, foreign

a mirage, a mirage, a tremble

Paralyzed in this blizzard coffin

 

Down my spine frostbite is falling

your summer lips on another, unregretful

Ice grips we who have been forgotten

Paralyzed in this blizzard coffin

 

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