Michelle Burinskas



Gracing Lenore

Her icicle eyelashes begin to melt
Raven feathers to crystal windows

As autumn frosts New England trees
Sanguine reds near lemon yellows

Her skin planes shiver, begin to blur
Olive hues blend sun scorched soil

The cosmic pulse in eternal throbs
Subtle specters like sedated flies

Paint crowning paths around her head
Of sighing green leaves left for dead