The seeping droplets of dead winter flash
And fall like stars on cold and splintered ground:
From icicles to frozen mire, earthbound,
Sharp-frozen splendor drains into warm ash.
Cold swords and frosty daggers melt and slash
Across a tear-washed sky, in silver crowned
With stars – as true and cold as ice they drowned;
Ice melting slowly in a soggy crash.
Night deepens in a solemn storm, a-spray
With inverse towers, blades for freezing hand
Of Winter, who lies damp and dying. Day
And night and earth and heaven stretching stand,
One’s green ascent another’s slow decay:
Drops flash and fall – beads on an endless strand.
(c) Sheila Roberts