You are a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away. James 4:14 |
In Summer's raging swelter, I dream of Winter's dagger, Icicle points, sharp and stellar, Relieve this overheated nagger. To lie in blankets of frosty snow, Blue shadows cast on winter white, Crystals cling to fruiting branches, Sparkle in bright summer light. Cool heat of which I suffer, Until my lips are quivering, Crusty slippery frozen snow, Numb me until I'm shivering. |