the first and last frost

the first and last frost

 

 

 

 

in a maniacal fall

i wept

you were the turning leaf

expiring into cold ground

 

seasons envelop hearts

when friends find more comfort 

letting go,

 

than painfully articulating

how to bear a winter's immaculate snow

 

reason is a tear

on a cheek

that lost its faith

 

humanity is a Titanic drop

drowning in frigid sorrow

 

i tried to catch you

but God's breeze

kept you just out of reach

 

now i sit by that tree

imagining what could have been

if the seasons were fair.

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/21/22

Reviews

[Ken e Bujold]

If the seasons were fair, an extremely haunting image Jacob. A universal sentiment if there ever was one.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Ken,
j.