winter is much colder this time / around and time only / lingers in the variations of
sunlight you could send / me rare pieces of a frozen ocean / before they thaw /
between gasps otherworldly / hearts of winter thoughts in the summer / of my
southern home // clouds in assent like wavelengths / over cornflower skies time /
consists of hours like sweet- / -ness in rivers you dare / to swallow where the
currents run away / from shore snowflakes made of / sugar drops and numb touch //
porous / these are shadows / overlapping with ghosts / of petrified translucent tree
branches / while time expires and leaves seek to endure another december storm
winter thoughts
Fran Fernández Arce