Bird, bird, hop to branch sinking
in autumn too far to flee, crimson to his right
now his pique to winter's swings
and to surrender the nest, fly
To swim on the callous wind
to bright/free for ocean under.
Emma under six cars flying snow through
Sky, sky, she demands
you stop this slushy madness!
To arch through the air, ever soldier
render herself above firmament a
frozen hearth wielding our sun
Pins dance to the glaze of the trees
She knits to the glare of the sun on the clocks
to tap feet on the ground
To the needle as pierce, wring through the maze
to the cold in her hands and stare
to dance to your fingers' plea
She stares through the icebox window
They fall for us looking away
hail to puncture the surface
To run the plains, sword unsheathed
hand blistered to the battle rush,
snowflakes' raid of the eyes
craft the fabric of snowfall
Your curtains hang of ceilings
the sun peaking through eyelets
and they slip through her hands as she sprints
they play feathers of bird
watching her sift through their backs
only return home
only strip of the outside,
to admit your defeat
only her voice singing herself
only your breaths to ripple the fabric before
to travel to bed
and collapse on the pillows
please hold you beneath them
your strings to falling to eyes
and sleep for epiphany
your touch of the blankets, pray
for moon as you're falling arise
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