Burning Blizzard

What I glimpse beneath cement dried eyes

Is a scattered vision, intersecting incisions

Cracked pavement, shattered regretful mirrors

The pupils reflect what can never be seen

A despair that erodes the eyelids

Longing with so much heat, its presence is ice

It garnishes the lashes in tainted ash

The will to fill concrete canyons with daylilies

To return to more than suffocated weeds

Who try to grow where shadow reigns

For who could bear to trample a flower

So brave to flourish in the dark?

In the company of sprouting sunspots

Smoldering well past fate's assignment

One remains to reminisce of mild warmth

But my dissected sight prefers the intensity

Of the scalding frosty desire

And if that flower has one day to bloom

Pixelated petals will be snow caressed

Free to melt and merge with the roots

To die and live again, no longer frozen in stone