In
Awe of the Thaw
We now stand in awe of
the thaw. It's as though some obelisk
has been telling us about this and so it's exciting writing cannot be dismissed
and so the beauty of the world arises from the mist to have been sorely missed
and so we extend to her a beautiful kiss.
It was as if before we
couldn't soar because our wings were chosen to be frozen and so it was
difficult to try to fly. It was as if we
were chosen to die. The sun was
something on which we could not rely as the deep freeze brought us to our
knees. It was as though the prison guard
had taken away the keys and so we dwelled in the jail of an icy hell, never to
be free to tell the tale and so we have left the writing on the wall for all of
ya'll.
I remember the onset of
fall only to believe that the summer would never leave, only to believe to
forever dine on divine sunshine and only to believe to never be done with
having fun under a hot broiling sun. The
boldness of the coldness caused the dream to become undone. The mirage had been dislodged by an arctic
blast that was so ill in its chill that the world came to a standstill.
The winter we entered
was with zeal as if knowing that this would not have any kind of appeal. This is why our teeth chattered. This is why our tongues squealed and this is
why we cried every time we went outside.
The hawk had swooped down with an angry frown with its talons to the bear
to go on a tear with which to inflict the strain of a glacial pain that drips
from the lips of a wintry apocalypse.
With ice we'd been
pelted only to have thoughts that it's melted only to see a frosty sea of
barren trees, frozen ponds and empty wheat fields. It was as if we had all been killed by a
dragon with no desire to breathe fire.
It just wanted us to expire.
There was no way for us to perspire, not when an untold cold grabbed us
to stab us with fickle icicles that put up no fuss when it came to pricking us.
We now stand in awe of
the thaw. We are aware that it's there
and will remember how winter went on a tear because it chose us to have froze
us. Now we have felt the onset of the
melt that is soon to come. No longer
will we be numb and so the beauty of the world arises from the mist to have
been sorely missed and so we extend to her a beautiful kiss.
Orrin K. Loftin,
Explorer
Copyright? When we sing the theme of spring!
January 31st,
2015
