November's Thaw

Beneath the November snow is a dream frozen animated in spring which now seems abandoned extinguished by words others uttered that should have been ignored wrapped around a passion of fire a dream awaits the thaw that can only come from within and the snow struggles to snuff it out

a voice inside the throat awaits a guttural release expelled from the diaphragms force from a rage of repressed years rattled by an accidental adventure that voice from long ago is faintly heard cries for the child to wake from it's slumber

and the end of the year awaits a decision a child like star gaze touched by the angel of wishes cannot lay down forever frozen by tears of desertion that only a November thaw can melt

can destiny be forsaken more than once before it's extinguished forever or can a voice from long ago be allowed to speak even in November

November's thaw weeps for birth