Summer's Tundra

Snowflakes of pollen sit on eyelashes

Prospecting the landscape so abashes

My vision; the sovereign snow queen looks wan

Against pulsing colors of dawn.

 

Burgeon white blossoms, kissed by morning dew,

Sleet bequeathing revival and virtue

To flora awakened after first cold,

For me, the tundra preserves hold.

 

I shiver, freezing in sunlight’s thermal

Frost encasing, holds down the infernal

Iced body of mine by scorn hailstorm:

Turning pain to numbness to warm.