COLD.

Dazzling morning sunshine numb into dull orangish over the bar of hills,
The noisily chirping birds soothes into cold silence,
The brush of wind whistles at low and
Roaming buffalo along acres of land settled.

Entire was catalyzed into low and cold.
Only silence grew larger and deeper.

The strings of heart plucked tenderly,
Solid melted into softer,
Pounding like the paddling horse.
Flashlight of infinite signals ran through the head,
And his heart weep as it grey and freeze.