frozen sadness
in her icy teared diamonds
that once rained from her eyes
but are now
frozen
along with her lips hair and skin
Birth
comes from her every pore
on her rose petal cheeks
and lilies fall from her waves of
gold strands
that kiss her mouth as she laughs
Sun
on his skin
and water lapping on his feet
with smiles dancing in his eyes
as he takes the new
and makes it more
and makes it mature
in the spots of sunshine on
the moss
beneath a tree
As he
grows older
the year must also
but before it says goodnight
to enter the dead, white, haven
it showers life with color
and he brings beauty
back to what was new
in bouquets of cornflowers
and warms scents of
sandal wood