| A Snowflake Has Melted In My Eye
Sweet to remember, sad with the years,
Are December evening tidings and cheers
Ringing clearly, bringing out yester morn,
In hazy snow-falling remembrance born -
A day far too near to be easily dispelled
By a heavy heart so sorrowfully swelled
Like seasons come and gone away again -
Snows fallen and melted to again begin.
Where do you wind, oh, north wind?
Wherein has a soul then sinned
A measure sufficient for a storm like this -
This soft-on-the-forehead-long-evaporated kiss,
Lingering so, as a low-hanging sunset,
Refusing to abide, in dire regret,
To the declaration of the stars
That a shining sun must give way to Mars?
Oh, golden, golden, morning passed away,
Wrapped up and displaced by a dimming day,
A glimmering crimson coal of light,
A summer stream springing into night,
A dream to be taken literally,
Relished and savored liberally,
In a sinking memory painfully setting,
In a weary mind is still begetting.
Oh, how we had our day!
The colors we had before the gray!
Fawns pranced in the warming sun!
Always, life had just begun,
And the succulent softness of youth
Yet to be hardened by truth!
Oh, for a moment more on that grass!
Oh, that time should never pass!
Life is a mysterious device
That turns a blossom into ice,
A sweet flower rising in spring birth
Then falling fatefully back to earth,
The dew having lost its stake,
Leaving misty minds to quake.
Do not believe that I simply cry.
A snowflake has melted in my eye.
~ Daniel F Mitchell |
