musings and confusings
Winter’s frozen fountain of fangles
And dangles
Summer where are you
Here we are
Winter is a splinter
From here I go
I have no plan
I do what I can
The fangs and pangs of winter
In each other’s loving company
Another day we cry out for kindness
In a world hellbent not to hear.
Committed to actions cruel and mindless
Instead let your heart be
Your ear.