To the south  

One petal left              one
Slippery oval frozen against               slippery
Skies electrically grey to the south                 skies
So hollow and molded to a bird’s taste           so
Metallic the flavour on the tongue     metallic
Earth colours luring eyes upward to             earth
Mixing in hardened worn forms          mixing
Into limbs soggy with yearning             into
Sounds that start to rustle overhead            sounds
That can shake the cells to death       that
Wear the patience of winter to its last wear
Down to the roots of the feet             down
It goes      down         it goes down                          it
Shimmers like something deep in water       it               shimmers
To the south

© 2007 Victoria Rohac