Piece.

Piece

The spring of the four
so many moons ago
lost frost
in the dream
winters tide
the avalanches
snap of falling snow
crystal shells
that break like dropping glass
the question unanswered
unasked
what happened that night
before we circled in the sky
love lost banished inside
a box
without a key
that cannot hide
in past times
that converse behind my eyes
warm the sun rises hot or cold
with life
pink blossoms fly
as i close my mind
and sit
outside
with this tree
until the flakes
swarm a blanket
head to toe
with sleep
that covers me