Scratching –– astringent!
the brilliant sky assaults the eye
While wads of cloud, though blinding white
soften the blows of stinging light.
claws at the commanding blue
hating –– supplicating ––
Submitting at last in a fiery blast ––
a scornful array –– deceptively gay
of every vigorous hue.
Walls made of stone crack and groan
at the coming of frost ––
Flowers die beneath the sky ––
Pods of seed split open and bleed ––
scattering –– Hope ––
on earth –– in air ––
Riding on wind that sounds like Despair,
But sings in harsh voice ––
as it stiffens the frost ––
Nothing is lost!