by luis s. gonzález-acevedo
–september 30, 2018–
columbus, ohio, usa
snowflakes settled over ground
so your trembling hands could mold
a snowman in the winter’s cold.
my chills of life have left you spellbound.
i’m the multitude of flakes & crystals,
the frozen sculpture of your dreams.
but seasons pass, and my fate is dismal:
spring turns arctic sculptures into crumbling figurines.
¿what melting fear do spring birds trill?
¿will wicked time bring my demise?
the memories of my christmas love will forever chill
your new year’s tremors with flakes of falling ice.