Winter To Summer

Beneath my feet a frozen river's flow
is trapped within a crystal prison set.
My footsteps made in virgin powedered snow
have led me here beneath a sky of jet.
The frosted trees before me bend and let
me pass in graceful arc, the glowing heat
inside my chest and hands of past regret
has now become a force that can't retreat.
The winter sun above me lights a coming summer street.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.