Thursday, August 25, 2011

A Time To Hold One’s Breath


                by Jim Rapp

Wiinter – summer’s obverse rival –
Its cold beauty
Tempting and alluring –
Is averse to life,
Inhospitable, and deadly.

Winter’s claim to be eternal,
Defies all refutation.
Having crucified the source of life,
It holds the icy keys of
Death and Hell.

Beneath its sterile blanket
Fallen seeds lie entombed,
Captive in a frozen world,
Lest summer’s sun return
To wake and claim its own.

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