January-winter-tears

my cousin Joel is having a winter-spring...
http://thelowercaseblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/of-january-winter-springs.html

but I am having this:


Stinging, frozen, wintertears,
sharply shatter lilyleaves.
White and Old,
Pale and Gold.
my thoughts are far too sharp to hold.

Put them in a classy box,
watch them with your glassy eyes.
Your cloudy castles crystalize.

Oh! That I would softdissolve,
into a bucket that holds a whale.
I'd listen to the sailor's tale,
and help the insects parasail.

Till then, my arms are branches bare,
under the sunlight's chilly stare.
My roots are deep,
the hills are steep,
my heart is still a rebel's keep.



Crystal Trees