Heat And Madness

I used to fear the last ray of summer

The turning of a season

The shorter days, blacker nights

The cold that seeps twixt skin and cover

                Now beneath the blanket of heat

And madness, in a dream,

Delirious,

I walk beneath the mist-shrouded conifers

And dip blue limbs in frozen waters

Reviews

[Beatrice Mars]

OOoh I love that last image. The whole poem is beautiful and haunting. x