collage – frost

an oak leaf
cold serrated
on the ground

preserved
in cold crystal
until sun
burns the frost

and chill
like a breath
melts away

grass
is impatient
for the sun

the ice
is impermanent

a temporary cell

sun kiss
the day start
again

raggle taggle
stems
no longer
straight
or reaching high

the cold white
is too strong
it bends them

they lean
burdened

the sun
may come too late

if it comes
at all

the white
of the day
is almost blue

the shadow
hues the crystal

the diamond

my
it looks so pretty

it’s so cold

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© Frank Prem, 2017

July 2017 Poem #27: the serious work