All we hear

by Sheniz Janmohamed

Brittled bark
breath between branches
silence cracked with light
leaves ensconced in ice
silver sheets of rolled ribbon candy
crumbled crumbling crust
glimmered wrappers exposed
like gnarled fingers
reaching from unmarked graves
jutting from half-frozen

here lies
the dirt of our disregard

you know
i know
when it thaws

nothing can be hidden

we have failed

the frigid flowers
in disbelief

and all we hear
is the wind

emptying us
of our delusion

— from Juniper Volume 4, Issue 2