Coming Back to Life:
Coming Back to Life:
Preserving wisdom–
These frosted waters are blurred
The briar and thorn
burning like bloodied honey
that seeps under cedar doors
The Winter violet,
an antediluvian
storm that perseveres
A crisp acumen ignites
the Robin before the dawn
An acclivitous
reflection craves memory
that covers the wound
But how can the wept moon stop
the rebellion of the sun?
©️Winter Dawn Burns
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So many rich images to enjoy. Love “the wept moon” and “bloodied honey”
I agree with Shaun. Such rich and resilient imagery. The tension between the wept moon and the returning light feels so alive. Beautiful work.
Thank you, Jeremy for reading my poem and for your comment. I appreciate you. 💜
Thank you, Shaun for your comment and for reading my poem. I appreciate you. 💜