Apprise my heart, it has just barely melted!
This love, as headlines, tries to catch new senses.
Thawed patches tear apart aloofness, quell it,
and treat the weather changes as commensals.
Forgive those beats, for they have never dwelt in
where most forgetful skies reveal some answers,
a verse in wildness builds its fervor delta.
Don’t treat an extra moment as a ransom,
for what is given gladly worth a virtue.
And when it’s gone, it’s gone for good. Most often
you feel this nip on your still tender karma –
a signal to set strings for notes, and heard you.
Leap February is already coffined.
I miss in knells three deaths to grasp the summer.
February 27, 2018