Butterfly In the Snow

The focus of my soul has been,
all scent of summer gone,
Almost by chance,
air once lifted, gave hope,
Drawn out of line,
now it seizes life,
A merger of dream and despair.
butterfly in the snow.

A wholeness which was once too easy,
power which was once so envied,
Red blurred horizon,
churns the icy surface,
Broken drops of desperate thought,
vibrant colour swirls on white,
I want a place to land, some warmth.
butterfly in the snow.

Darkness filled with tomorrows tears,
the delicate strength,
Sorrow stained love,
can no more keep,
A need to distill, make pure,
an alien beauty,
The hidden passion.
butterfly in snow.

the hog