May crazy and a poem

May is the craziest time!  I always forget how little time there is to do anything.  Still, I am sorry about my infrequent posting, here is a little poem from a writing exercise.  Usually they are called poem sketches and there are specific words that you have to include.  Also follow me on twitter for quick updates and random comments, what else is twitter for?  Anyway,

Winter

The scarf brushed her cheek

like a kiss, like the bloom of her favorite flower

but this-was silk.

She dreamt of the worms that made it,

the pots that boiled it.

and though

what a pretty way to die

drifting in a cauldron of color.

Tears glossed her cheeks and she masked her face in ice.

She rolled in the snow

making a print of her body.

Forever is too long

she though,

just until spring is perfect.

She thought of the snowflakes dusting her face

pressing her into the blue

white snow covered her

her body blooming with cold,

crystals of ice crowned her hair

and she became the queen of silence

unseen, unmoving

until the thaw of spring.