POLAR
Winter’s vest is worn like a beast
Drops the icicles of woven hair
Chills the heat to love the least
Desolation souls challenge shredded life
Courage frozen all pieces of hollowed space,
Bodies hold the memories of the sorrowed strife.
As fallen glaciers frames the splinters never to
Leave a trace.
Comes golden rays filling in all the ghostly parts
As I now am caught in winter’s thaw
So brings a soul which carries its wounded heart
Polar caps rise up strong, greeting their brawl
A winter’s vest to be worn like a beast
Melt the fangs of foes to celebrate the feast.
C. j. Ayers
