goldenrod aura light


    your aurora eyes


    scan the sky like skittish wind


    you are pollen in an arctic land


    wrinkle embraces smile


    lost white comes uncertainly


    there is a clear heaven scent


    so cold


    so February


    so grave


    it muffles dawn


    I am ice that will never be water


    burning cold, like an opposite sun


    This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.too bright to focus on


    I wish to warm your hands


    before the wealth of spring


    to melt winter


    into fire whistling tea


    to warm


    your sore throat


    to immerse


    your unmarked skin


    to pour


    over glowing coals


    almost gone


    but steam never illuminates


    the burns it leaves


    as deep as any flame


    it has no calligraphic sharp tongue


    to write


    the words all lovers want to wear


    - Kat Isacson