haiku prose

Snow

snow is a stranger
the summoner of dark souls
clad in virgin’s robes

the time on my hands
ticks away in ragged scars
and long drawn life-lines

black snow had fallen
all across these lower lands
leaving only ghosts

silken butterflies
alighting on naked skin
gentle caresses

this new season’s lights
amber golden candle flames
celebrating life

a blackbird’s despair
red tears on fresh fallen snow
the blood of his mate

the last day passes
and notices not the hour
which brings with it night

a flooded river
swelling toward its delta
thus is my passion

I climbed Helicon
to survey the vale below
here play the muses

from my green terrace
fragrances held on the breeze
become poetry

though my pen is charged
intoxicated am I
thus is my verse lost

so test the Ascrans
a poet’s fidelity
to their loveliness

her soul is revealed
not in the words she recites
but how she sings them