A dimness has poured over the bright of her day,
where dirty light tightens around the body,
bitter truth from lemon-flavored karma.
An infant’s voice bounces and plays inside her
where love is a pale, frozen rainbow; shining
just faintly above an empty playground.
The choice came with the crystal air of a cruel
The day was cold—unforgivably cold—but heat
danced through it.
No one would come close to understanding this.
Now, she is rigid; severely pensive beneath
Acrobatic thoughts dissolve within her stillness
as winter coils around her, ready to strike:
And in the icy wind, a baby cries.
Tiny footprints in the snow fade away.
Where once was a life is now empty space—
empty space with a fading lullaby.
(First published in The Blind Man's Rainbow)
Naturalist, poet and writer Jason Sturner was
born and raised in Chicago. For ten years he worked as a
botanist. He now resides in Knoxville, Tennessee, where he
enjoys the wildlife, folklore and music of the region. Sturner
has published four books of poetry (all available as free
downloads; see website). In addition to poetry he writes flash
fiction, short stories, music lyrics and nature essays. His