By Daniel Scott Batten
~ November 27, 2006 ~
Night bleeds in me to feel
The wintry wind, the sin of
Summer, the love of God
Weaved in the rough beauty
Of New England eyes �
Ties that bind books and
Cut at the tree of page, enraged
With the ink of solemnity, levity
That crawls upon the historic
Calamity � all things beautiful
Starts barren; winter kisses and
Brings rapture with her
Ugliness. All things beautiful
Start with ice and snow, so
Some inner glow might sweep
It away,
And say
I survived!