She sings and springs
A new years plumage,
Blushing trees
And
Bluebonnet fields.
Gentlemen linger
Crowding branches,
Thinly shaking,
And
Colder still.
A moment of peace
Steals the air,
With a step
Halfway
There.
Tag: Cold
A winter ago…
A breath of life
Nudged the Barents,
As a mother would
Her child.
So I was lifted,
Gently,
Waiting for the sun,
As the sky swelled
With a foreign light.
I thought of you
Where I would
Think of myself…
The sound of light
Was enough,
As winter
Traced her nails
Across my face,
Burning whispers
Layed gently
Upon my skin,
To remind me
This
Was
The taste
Of you.
Kholadna
Experience,
Understanding…
Fighting .
Never one
The other
Inviting.
Cold Bones
Yearning for the cold
Of memories
That wrap themselves
Around my bones…
“Rush through me,
As the tempersome wind
That struggles
In a cold midnight rain.”
F.E.
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