Sonnet on a Cold Day

Sonnet on a Cold Day

These petals' hasty blossoms whitely fail
to fetch the news of longing from afar
and still, what's cold stays cold, what's far stays far
And faultless things stay crumbled off the trail
The shattered fragments from an ancient tale
with mem'ries seeming mighty, yet bizarre
get summoned where the frosted flowers are
resisting pale behind the winter's veil
So hard I strive in vain to dodge defeat
Without defeat, though, I shall stay unpledged
for signs and traces I alone entreat
And hence I leave my tracks deprived of heat
for none disturb this coldness sharply edged
as I had dropped beneath my doubting feet



2006.2.