Ode to the Vampire Season

my winters

The ice invites the damned things

to surface

on frosty breath

Slowly forcing canyons in the temple

The snow is an abstract blood tapestry

as well as my shadow

hand-painted by a blade and the devil

Rejoice! It is the vampire season.

Pull the curtain down over reptile blood.

Let go, it is the cleansing season.

Regurgitating the ocean under a heavy hood.

Behold! It is the resurrection season.

Carnivores masquerading as the lives that they took.

 Trees will die

staining our heaven 

 with dead leaves