Snow falls in the morning
And I sink beneath the horizon
With the moon in my pocket
And shimmering rubies
To lay out like stars an empyrean bazaar
A prophet who shifts twinkling things
And dreams
Then reads the lines in between
Like when snow falls as gems do
Who spilled from a chest
Still bleeding
Yet beating
In frost covered fields
With garnets congealed
A pomegranate drips
Scattered seeds amongst the star-lit field
A twilight blooms
Just as the chatelaine croons
And the nightingale coos
A woman reflects amongst her pythonic jewels