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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