Cold To Fire Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

The rain moves from
Cold to fire;
As you sing of the cacophony
From the heaven's lyre.
From cold to fire
That is I
The slow winter in my vein
As the autumnal bloom
Petrifies in the mid-summer's day;
The aeons battle the senescence
Of winter
The days grow fonder over
Winter that extends like gelid rain
In tempests.
The quietude is exploited,
The nebulous treason of souls are
Told over the envenomation of
Fiery romance;
The heavens are easily scathed,
I am a child with a scarring heart
In the callow fields of lustful March.

The rain moves from cold to fire
And like that fire underneath
My skin, the moon's lining
Bursts from within.