According to Loukas,


a white frost cat licks edges of concrete,

still and cold,

the winds won’t play there anymore

where silvery dawn grasses

and splashes of ice

wash over grasshopper bones 

in this frozen dew of 

wounding 

and yet

it’s just a season, my love

a silver chalice season made to melt over Warbler’s song

melt into mists undoing looming, dooming, frozen deaths

see, Freesia bulbs in fall and dew on twigs….

fairy cups in spring 

oh come let us adore Him

…Loukas 22:42

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