July

See the cold and loveless
that blackbird
on the very edge
of the highest branch
early in the winter
morning light?

Feel the cold, frozen skin
sweet handkerchief
on a fiery broken heart
beneath the cold
moonlit satin water
down the frozen lake
terrifying monsters
gladly swim awake

Hear the cold and high
the loveless wind
unmercifully blows the stones
off the wall of the hills
far in the lonely field
hidden in a dark green
valley of oaks and vineyards
there the blackbird
no singing, and the wind is blown

Notice the cold cold and fiery arms
cold eyes of crying hard
far music from cold mermaids
cold sea, bright morning light
like a blade cuts the long day.