Hi there! I don’t know why I keep writing poems about winter seeing as it’s basically summer, but I hope you enjoy this one anyway.
Ice cracks over a frozen pond
With a gunshot, and a firework of ripples spreading
Under the oppressive cap that binds them;
Ripping through the snow-silenced air like
A pencil through a paper plate, illustrating a concept
You don’t quite understand;
And there’s a jagged wound across the crystal,
Bleeding water, crying tears
From the slow opening of the eye of Spring, well-pool
Of new life; it emerges
Once more.
A Teacup Full of Stories 