Corporeal

The bones of winter
Yellow with despair
I fleshed them out with moss of spring
Coaxed heartbeat out of seedlings
Struggling through the crust of frost

My sun, my moon, my earth
Cracked open into summer with moistened lips
Escaped sighs and kaleidoscope skin
Bare and bold and sugar
Full of fearless faith and notably feathered fantasy

No shields when autumn came down
Quizzical and drafty
No repair for crumbling brown lace of drying leaves
Dusty in my hands
Sentinels at the gates
That fragile voice that sent me over cliffs
and around shadowed corners
Set up stones instead of breezeways

So I was not prepared when winter came again
While some spoke of baby animals in the clouds
and brand new birth
I mashed meat into my face and wondered alone

I did not notice spring this time around
Summer full of barbs and dated land mines
Autumn is just a fall