Pale as Winter

The mango magnolia trees sway
sweat dripping down my toes like jewels in a furnace
sweet moist air on my tongue
The hot breeze buzzes in my ear
while milk birds caw in the heat
the sky is a beaten orange
But my face is still pale as winter.

The hum of the fruit flies buzz in the distance
the warmth of the sun tickles me softly
as i walk down the road towards new beginnings
I wait lingering in a confusing comfort with my past.
Beauty and bliss swirl in front of my eyes
but my face is still pale as winter.

Every fear has been erased
sorrow moments softly fading
pain and agony stopped in time
for i still see the lifeless trees, their naked branches
the cold air, the white snow
the earth is blooming now with summer
but my face is still pale as winter.