Long crooked arms explode in flames
picking up speed in sunlight
rusty red buds alight with fresh fire
suppressed life forces with all its might
against the tender blanket of barren soil
Veiled by frozen storms, a once delicate heart
bears blisters
weight so thick pressing down upon it
You broke in agony
bent at the waist, face twisted into a disguise
Long crooked arms dance in the breeze
beckoning from far afield
creatures that swoon in the light of a new day
rusted red unfurls a fanfare of livid yellows
bursting forth with authority
in the harsh light of an untried sun
The heart sears, screaming at the abyss
a space you did not ask for
flowers before you
confused questions dance in time
a cadence that rises and falls sweeping days to weeks to months
Mornings blaze with the rhythm
of acceleration, of satin skies, of swallows catching distant breezes
reach out with your wing, that one there
those confident drafts will carry you away in their flurry
Let the days pass by, in bliss, in sorrow
Let them fold around you my dear
time is the most comforting cloak
you emerge
calloused heart
knowing you have shattered and wax, blossoming
just like those perseverant blooms
Long crooked arms bear sanguine pink flowers
Oh the toils of a calloused heart in spring
