Winter Flower

Does anyone have one of those
oversized sweaters,
cosmic toned, about
the size of an enormous star
so that it covers your hands
in a dangle-down tug of soul,
very deep in the color of heavy beauty?

I need to feel radiant in bone,
chest warm and heart loved
in my flower of Winter.

Does anyone have a small
wildflower bloom,
a bouquet that climbs inside
and holds you closer than ever
with their untamed silence,
wrapping their petals around your throat,
leaking color all over your hollow lips, and
sighs out meaning all afresh?

I need to feel smothered by
the wild song of life
in my flower of Spring.

Does anyone carry a small
flame of kindness,
that stone forged by the
Empress of Fire and given only
to the Seraphim of old,
angelic

I need to feel the burning
radiance of being
in my flower of Summer.

Does anyone carry a small
vial of kindness-flame,
that liquid stone forged by the
Empress of Fire and given only
to the Ancient Seraphim of old,
angelic

I need to feel so un-alone
in the great naked alone of change
in my flower of Autumn.

© 2018 Steve Roberts

I need to feel radiant in bone, chest warm and heart loved, in my flower of Winter.

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