Snapdragons Bite And Chords Poem by Jacob Underwood

as the crunch of winter fades in and whisps a flurry across July ashes
hanging old snapdragon dried up into coffee gray skulls.
dead dust twinkles from them to the ground with not a sound not a pulse

as the tacky snow wades upon the shattered greenhouse windows with chalky scratches
The white pixels slowly nipping at the ground hiding the corpses of plant they've ended in their culls.
barely creeping out of the snow the brown tendrils of unprepared weeds look like strands of dulse.

the dead ornaments of snapdragon being the only remembrance that there was life here in splashes.
a reminder into the saddening curse as the dead heads sway in wind from the grey vine curls
crisped into a spiral yet as hard as wood let the memento sink in to your sleep and your impulse.

hear the wind blow through them and let them speak their songs of Persephone listen to their carols.
climb through the glass and the snow lash lay your head with theirs and listen to the tales of mortals.
the mistakes the arrogance laying into their souls maybe you should join Persephone with her wishes.

Just lock your front door, leave yourself to the snow and climb through the glass again in crunches.
laydown with the skulls as the sky fades and freeze as your soul stops burning death broke your matches.