Welcome, Crystal Reaper, welcome
Your glittering scythes in miniature
Hang from once verdant leaves
Fallen stars glowing in morning light
That flowering life can no longer drink from
White robed saint of contradictions
Tucking in bears, playing with hares
Gardeners fear your visit
Like an icy visaged mother-in-law
Then gratefully accept the cold respite
Like chilled beer with an old friend
Gone away too many seasons
Summer’s toils, Autumn’s dulled remnants
Laid to rest under your thin cloak
Marker of death, promise of rebirth
A headstone made to fade away
In my winter season
Please join your black robed sister
For my final drink of morning’s light
I will lay down among your stars
And dream of the flowers
I will become
About the Creator
Sean A.
A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.
Comments (6)
Beautifully done! I really like: “Gardeners fear your visit Like an icy visaged mother-in-law”… captures the havoc pretty frost can wreak!🥺.
This is so stunning! Beautiful imagery, lyrical lines like “Tucking in bears, playing with hares”, and the personification of frost as the Crystal Reaper. It has so many striking elements and yet flows so seamlessly. This is one of my new favorites
Crystal Reaper - what an image. I have image envy with that one and "Tucking in bears, playing with hares" is excellent too. Shaun, this was just great.
"White robed saint of contradictions" is a lapidary line.
Beautiful.
So touching