Mineral feathers, halcyon sheens,
sickle sleeks of ice-capped valley.
The molten sun, unashamed,
is happy to be caving;
to its light dark backs are turning.
Chills shadow up a coarse-barked spine
to roost in coated skeletal palms
where grackle abdicates desert.
Their recession melts, slides
down the other circle half,
and, like temporary death,
leaps to betray its horizon original.
All the while, the jocund monster
digs from hibernation,
ringing ears of the blind
with its brightness.

Featured image: Winter Woodland Sunset,
oil on canvas, 2017, by Mona Edulesco.
Find her on Instagram @monaedulescoart

Image used with permission from the artist.