Innocence

sky above, thunder below

Unintended innocence
meets the sky’s quiet dissonance 
as the sun skates through the layers
of winter’s gray icy glaze
to make itself known in the
dormant melody of spring.

Le siffleux whistles a tune
stolen from the sun by the moon 
that makes the shadows faintly dance
foretelling further darkness
in the realms beneath the ice
where the dawn still fails to break.

Le castor has secret ways
to carry the light in and out
among the fallen trees of doubt
until the shadows whisper
spring has come, the earth’s reborn,
vigils has turned to matins.

And so the river of sky
continues its innocent flow
towards the ocean of heaven
where the blades of graceful skates 
cut their arcs across the clouds
till the sun comes crashing through.

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