Elemental

the springs seem to last forever
as you sleep bare in clustered sand
to stand the sweep
of a foamy wave
just on the fence of frost

to have lost track of time
at such a cost, to wake up
in a month of August
with peeling skin
eyes baring

a polarity to behold,
just as branches rid and fold
and you see earth
littered with shattered mirth,
shine lost

under the cover
of a glacial sequester
seeds sewing roots
deeper, closer, instilled
a pregnant will

that will fulfill at the shrill
of first signs of life
the first touch of sunshine
your long awaited
warmth

– B. Brown

(art by Beatriz Martin Vidal)