a season waits

black pearls in the snow
little fingers play
melodies of carols and bells

desolate, windswept, empty fields
below white winter's blanket
burrowers hide away their gift

gutshot
wanderers kneel beneath forever trees
unveiling season's hart

a cardinal's reprise on the wing
weeps and looks for a star
emblem of kings
~Elsa (my wife)

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