AN INQUIRY TO A REDDER WINTER
can the winter be redder?
redder than the blood of autumn leaves
weeping profusely from the bare majesty
of a naked tree?
redder than the scorching sun
bathing the earth
with its crimson cries?
redder than the blooms of roses
basking the spring's early dawn rains?
maybe redder as snow blisters
my ashen palms and face
still i surmise:
how can winter be redder?
--pambie herrera, 3/ 7/ 03