Idyll

Bring your borders forth, I’ve made it this far
Messages in morse born from the same star
Things to forget and things to lose
With fingers crossed, everything continues
Even cold seems warm when freezing
Shades of vernal harm make it easy
Pendulums and riddles in our causes
How to account for perennial pauses?
I’ll etch my faults in river ice
And wait for spring’s awakened poltergeist
A palimpsest to be rebuilt
Its fractured echo sinking to the silt