Hemisphere In Between

Winter's subtle brush and Spring's balmy stroke On ragged frost to glossy flowers Will on with the heaven's wheel go— A passing through your new older hours, The sun's condolences, for dark power. As you've preened birdsong into my fear, Your beauty's long and lasting ear— My heart's breakthrough, tissues finally shed Its life pulsing; pushing things; other years— Vibrations only after freezing's midst.