I am winter’s unrelenting frost,
I am the tresses
I am an unwanted birthday party
Of stubborn guests.
I am a painting after the rain has streamed over it,
Colorless tears crying its length.
I am the alchemist’s laboratory
Turning common brown to shining silver.
I am a multiplication riddle where every subtraction adds up to more.
I am unstoppable as the tides.
Inevitable as the grave.
I am the secret your perpetually blonde mother
© Tzivia Gover, February 12, 2012