Mercury Playground

Suddenly shadowed,
the heavens imploded again

Dark clouds,
dark grey over a quiet grey village

Thick curtains of crystals,
wet, dropped down in silver

Shockingly cold,
wrapping all ground in winter anew

like some sweet-scented lace,
or a veil of white lilies

Laid folded in layers,
wet, draped on the surface

Sun-melted then, when
spring came to its nature once more,

was changing reflection,
rejecting the goodness in

children out playing,
wet, dipped in the snow drifts

Mercury, mercury,
changing forever its silvery wings

Projecting and fleeing,
like letters and mirrors

The playground now poisoned,
wet, drowned in the icing.