Thawing Season (Spring’s Renewal)

By Reba Kalita

The ennuied frozen heart,

The bland frozen rivers,

                                             The naked ugly branches,

The relentless snowed salt stains-

                                                All lapped  by milky petals

                                               of this spring’s first bloom:

                                                                the roses.

Persephone’s first return,

Floralia’s first feast-

A bud’s first achievement,

Dusting away,

all stale grey pixies-

painting the world’s decay.

The corolla covered trails,

The warm glistening rivers,

The

        contently

dancing 

          windchimes-

supported by

   swaying 

branches-

That no longer imitate disrobed poles;

Thaw my heartstrings into-

spindles of whimsical choruses.

The warm choruses-

That submit to none,

The heaving myocardium-

That nevermore awaits    forlorn innovation;

                                                              Rather,

engulfs in sun-dyed roses

just by

Poseidon's wavelets. 

Fate’s unsettled.

But,

the blooming florets-

protruding from my epidermis,

incessantly repent

my

indefensible winters.

By Reba Kalita