So Snipped

Windows open and close
As in maw, is held, a rose
Clever sparrows light the way
For Walker, Dreams, to step a-doze

Wintertime brings fae and stag
Oldentimers, brute and hag
Beautiful as antique snow
Close together, fur a-sag

Creatures native not to here
Blend-in, harmlessly as deer
Voice in whistle, opera, sing
Only for attentive hear

Past the wound, the scarren garden
Lady, please, I beg your pardon;
But a fawn can hold no memoir
Of the fae, in frost, to harden

Curious to mend and play
From forest fog to forest day
The few, the wise, the foxen stags
Carve the way; they clear the way

Some are wise and some are fools
Some lack morals; some have rules
Some hate change and some evolve
Some worship; others, ghouls

Threaden spools will run out soon
Unless respun with gentle tune
But if so snipped, a new knot may
Not thread the eye of silver rune

Sunbound lovers; sunless bucks;
Choice is given; no good lucks
For the freedom, we give sanity
And lie amongst the sightless ducks

Persistence clangs against her heart;
The loves that steal pulse, depart;
Realized and so aware
Acknowledge to the source of art

Eyes cold, dusken black; afar
To clash as salt and fresh at scar
Will force one over; other near
So is the way that atoms are