Pelgris

Stirred from inaction, a heartbeat sounds across ashes, and turnings bought shadow burns lower

Times slow in passing, drifting as hearts leaping, and echos through the dying trees

Winter is the building and sounds of ice breaking, though silence in the drifting, and turnabout favors fair

All desires meeting, conscience and the slip of the tongue

But shadows still are burning, times resumes it’s pacing, and winter’s promises brings Springs regret.