Ice-bound
I rail against this silence yet nothing comes of it....
I coax a word or two
agonize each line
engulf myself in music
surrender to the clouds
but form eludes me ...
and fragments fail to rhyme.
Is this my winter
are my songs all spent?
has icy-stillness locked
fountains of my heart?
or will Spring anthems
rise then overflow
and melt this shimmering silence
to a start....