Tag: Winter

Dab Of Warmth

There are mild spots between winter’s beating of grayness Where breaths, in ease, are breathed…gloves are placed in pockets or lost on streets of snow Mixed in that scattered brown batter of orphaned leaves. The sun appears as a stranger, speaking a forgotten tongue, yet familiar tone Trying to…

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Young Words

  There is a temporal space A frozen lake, where words From heated thoughts spill, Into symbols upon ice Slip, fall, even from sure palms   The stilled linear water Layered out into oval Fed by streams and sources Have been slowed By brave…

Static Leaf

The leaf dances Around every corner Around every thought Even in the avoided song   Now upon the ground A rush of wind stirs Hands like autumn A distant radio is heard   Gathered in piles An invitation to jump Soft at first, then…

Before The Snow Falls Again

  The snow makes a sound When it is the most silent Spoken layers, hot tongue Venom love, words drop   The ache twists, gnarled Shoestring fingers grasp A cold hold, on a softness First appearing as steppes   So many footprints, now Lead…

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