Seasons Of Cold Torture Captive Bones Poem by Terence George Craddock

night will rapid draw in now
under these grey overcast
Autumn skies lit street lights

are turned on town wet roads
remain cold greasy tried to dry
before darkness could overtake

slick surfaces reminding day is dead
as Summer this season is past dead
quick stoke up waiting warm furnace

of heat comfort compassion against
deep dark wet Winter onslaught
grey chill now quiet today winging

steady creeping
slow shadows
still cold worming

its way into chill bones
renewal best infuses
bones on warm Spring

Summer days in Summer breezes
come let us share an extraordinary
vision an innocence strong young

married to wisdom old let us
protect this gentle innocence
with strength vibrant fervent

zeal because innocence needs
protecting because immense
strength lies potential locked

within with fierce imagination
to confront overcome bigotry
therefore let us together build

a stoked furnace of wise compassion
mesmerize bigots with smelted grace
of our beauty healing enlightenment

let us be a yeast
of transformation
revitalize bigots

with transformative energy
turn their mean sad ass half lives
into real lives of inspiration

compassionate beauty
may yet heal savage beasts
won with wisdom's wine