Ice fills my cold heart,
Closing in on all sides.
Soon it will be frozen,
Entombed in winter frost.
Trees droop heavy with snow,
Branches hanging low with icicles.
My heart sinks heavy with ice,
Frozen until spring melts the frost.
COLD HEART
entomb
FALLING
A heart-shaped pool
to break my fall.
A cold wetness
to entomb me.
Depths to reach
below the surface.
I am falling
with no one to catch me.
But a cold wetness.
SUSANNE LEIST 