Frozen Hourglass

Bitter cold necroses fingers and toes

Tips of noses that used to sniff tulips,

Wrinkle at the sight of bees and trash,

Bury in pubes every once in awhile

When hot girl summer allowed some fun

Amidst the studying and books and grades.

The falling leaves and sullying, chilly rains

Gave some experience to slipping on ice,

Yet nothing prepared for the cracked soil

Never to yield another tulip or blade of grass

Or tree where we climbed and giggled again.

The frozen globe that I traverse alone,

Occasionally getting glimpses of stained glass

Scenery like the sunsets, the ice-cream stand,

The beach in October then again in July,

The last kiss we shared beneath the sherbert sky

As the stars appeared and that summer ended

And the eternal winter set in and buried us.