A litany
like snow falls
upon my heart in place of sleep.
A litany for the lost,
for the fading memories.
A winter’s mist, white descending sky,
how it pools and blinds childhood’s dreaming eyes.
Simple joys
bright along a field, once here,
then lost within a veil.
North winds raging, freezing tears to jaw.
Once a child, now a private weeping
winter.
A litany
like heart reels
from toils, from time’s spinning wheel.
A litany for the lost,
for people known, people unknown,
buried beneath mounds of mounting snow.
A broken home,
a father’s noose, love’s betrayal, a world obtuse.
Stars, perfect in their celestial beds, shine,
unmoved.
A litany
like weather weeping
ash.
A litany for the lost,
the smothered child, the leaves
on graves,
dead.
The flowers lie buried,
the mourners sleep forgotten,
all has sunk
under falling,
falling,
falling, snow.
But I will never sleep,
and I will always sing
for you
a litany,
a litany,
a litany…
