i woke
to a world cast
in crystalline
decay
the overladen skies
having wept
frozen tears
in gouts of
endless sorrow
leaving all
beneath a veneer
of icy malaise

this too shall pass
forgotten soon
as the sun reasserts her
dominant disinterest
in the days to come

but i woke
as the ice still fell
cold and alone
to write our initials
in the virgin snow
a note to the sparrows
of love
in a frozen wasteland
where dreams shiver
under overladen
skies of gray