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