Poetry

The Second Dawn

After the frost hardened the ground

rooting deep into its core

the body wept

 

it couldn’t foresee the warmth returning

to its heart to help bind it back together

and wind itself up to a regular thump

 

massaging out the creases and torn tissue

that forced it to shatter

 

summer came early that year

however

and surprised the body so completely

all it could do was keep on weeping