RAHNUMA

December- A profound epilogue 'tis
that paints a breathtaking transformation
on the landscapes of closure.

When days sweep through it,
it stands on the edge
and against the time.
Its bones are left cold
and flesh frost
as it kisses the rays
of a new beginning.

Then it goes dormant,
dormant under the dark-mauve
cherry blossoms of the spring,
dormant betwixt the scents
of those barbecues cooked
under the blue skies of summer,
dormant in the soul
of the pied cuckoo that
brings monsoon in folklore,
dormant in the mists of
the darkening nights of autumn.

Remaining dormant
for eleven months
it dives through
the salinity of oceans
and the alchemy of sands
to take a rebirth in the core
of a glassy snowflake.

~alizeh