Frost In Summer
This is just a quick little poem today – I’m not really sure where the inspiration came from, except perhaps the cold weather outside, but I hope you enjoy this little bundle of contradictions melded with some deeper truths. They are hidden in there somewhere, I promise!
Frost In SummerI don’t want flowers in summer,
singing my praises, telling me
everything I must be, I am, I will be–
no, I beg for light snow in summer,
stinging yet true, reminiscent of… well,
of other things, not friends but others.
Those role models you do not name
in award ceremonies; the backbones
of every sun-tinged memory.
Frost is daring, darting–never perfect,
and not claiming to be–icicles break,
fall, clatter, smash, and yet they are.
Their existence is not shattered by a fracture
nor revealed by a glint of mislaid light;
this cold is brittle, yes, but true, also.
Summer may be a realm of honey, so thick
the truth becomes obscured, but it can be fought
through, and it can be won over, in time.
Introduce the elements of the others to it
and show it, to its face, that you know of its designs.
It cannot charm and lie the informed, you know.
And who took the time to inform you, to teach you
and guard you from the soft tongues, the softer curses?
Well, winter, of course.
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