Frost bride

Listen here


White tipped trees

cold coats the land


a wedding band

of waiting.


Beneath the earth

she sleeps


lost child, red

pomegranate seeds


her mother wails

& deals with Pluto’s


dark demands.


White tipped leaves

a life half stolen


when summer’s put

to sleep


the underworld’s

unwilling Queen


we’re calling now

for spring warmth


will you re-join us?

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