Jack Frost

From the first bite of ice
you can feel it spread
pumping easily through a sharded heart

Jack will take your hand
let you learn numbness
the sting of the ice

He'll slow it all down for you
until the ice on the lakes
and rivers
become mirrors

reflecting you back
icicles become prescription lenses

A frozen wasteland
becomes a thousand diamonds
coating trees

this is not death
this is life purified

Jack will take it slow
step
by step
hand in hand

East and West

I am West
Settings, endings

You are East
Risings, beginnings

We are always reaching
Stretching toward
Away

A circle
Void of beginnings and endings
Filling the in between.