Poetry

Love’s Prophecy
by Earl Bergland, 1971

There will blow a gale
Of such an icy frost
All glittering glimpses of you
Brittled, cracked and lost.

In my chest warring blizzard
Of numbing cold and snow deep,
The blossoming flowers beckoning
Will be blanketed for rigid sleep.

Bubbling rivers of summer love,
Happy warm in their flowing,
Will turn into steel glaciers
Without a current knowing.

The eyes of an artic sphinx
With more compassion than mine
Will watch a flake of snow,
Your life, travel in time.

The rogue fires of the sun
Blazing at their vilest
Will never rouse Winter
For a Spring's concert bliss.



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