Brittle
Mother's love cloaked in winter skies
The moon’s relentless show
Like clock-work dependable, despicable
It’s cold and careless where it hangs
Taunting me with haunting beauty.
How then shall winter unfold
Ne’re a worry who it strands
It’s brittle, brittle, brittle scape
Luring me to frozen lakes
Upon which ice maybe too thin
A drizzle, icy topping a mere glaze,
While surety demands a glassy finish on their luscious cakes.
I thought the fatman’d bring you skates
Together we’d cut through that glass, wrapped in cold and desolate skies
Our skates’ scrape, curse-like grating to our ears
Upon the ice, beneath the moon’s cold unfeeling gaze.
But alas you’ve gone
Under that cold, Cold Super Moon I thought we’d gaze
Upon the endless wonder of this winter sky
Almost too bright for moonstruck eyes
Our breath quite magically a shushing lullaby
As we ponder life and love
Fleetingly our worries fading, under the unrelenting theatre above.
But no. You’re gone, I’m brittle now
Afraid to move too soon
Lest I bump the wall within the room
I and hope are shattering, now countless shards
So many we appear as dust
Sparkling in the flat, gray, careless winter wanderlust.
As sun ascends to take her crown
The moon is clear as day
A photo opp mutating awe into a frown.
Why so brazen at dawn’s light, after such a showy night
When now’s your time to fade away?
I wonder, no, I know
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
For one more chance to skate the moon away with you.





Despite our best efforts, some ships just cannot be righted.
At very best, all we can offer is our embrace.
And the knowledge that peace exists somewhere, sometime, for our dear ones.
Gorgeous, Cori.