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.