Red sunset winter fracture through birdsong ice crystals,
Breath is ice device to be born in spring,
Standing stones whisper to the sky.

Reckless is the snow beheaded,
Cut short, blood splatters Saturday's nights,
Wounded he returns home in mist.

Smoke from chimneys conceals secret pregnancy,
A violent fist punches the babe in refuge of a womb,
Freezing rain consumes the bargain of life.

Red sunset winter fracture through birdsong ice crystals,
Breath is valuable as diamonds in the eyes of drunks,
Standing stones are hidden, calling, lost.

© DP Jones 10/02/12

Published March 2012