Snow all across the ground
containing so much heat;
above the frigid crunching sound
are made a million feet:
The water is one form,
the ice is yet another;
Nature inverts the norm–
the man becomes a mother:
The pages flip and pop;
bright eyes can truly see
that true stories do not stop;
they simply cease to be:
The waves of spring approach: the salty air
is near and dear; its heart is everywhere.
urbansonnets 