These days
are new days,
revealed by the light
of an Eastern stranger.
The frigid blankets
pulled back
to reveal the scars
of a murderous season.
Never has such desolation
been more welcome.
Soon,
the grounds around
will be swept clean
and a season of rot
will feed a field of Marigold
and warmth ,
long absent
will coax you from your tired reverie.
Like the flowers,
your eyes must seek the sun.
Your hair,
shimmering in its light,
will bring fullness to your face
and the healthy glow of your skin
will cover up those scars
and marks of a turbulent winter.
I will watch the world come alive
and with it, you;
amazing creature.
Left neglected through the dark and cold,
but now,
resurrected
like marigold.
I have never wanted more
than to watch you turn with this season.
From our bitter winter,
to fecundity in Springtime.
HG – 2017
