FOURTH CORNER-STONE
plodding snowed over paths.
Whirling snow kisses. Helping me live.
Cutting in ― setting traces in time ―
hearing a frozen to death stone rapture.
Sensing emotions colden.
Future now stands here in the trace-meeting ―
knowing the inner in your voice ― in our two parts:
Let me become the most beautiful spring-freed leaf you’ve seen.
Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
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Written on 2023-11-09 at 15:33
Tags Time Frost Death
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AS A FROST MOTH IN NOON-DAY THAW
Winter-shrouded wooded ground ― bitterly cold ―plodding snowed over paths.
Whirling snow kisses. Helping me live.
Cutting in ― setting traces in time ―
hearing a frozen to death stone rapture.
Sensing emotions colden.
Future now stands here in the trace-meeting ―
knowing the inner in your voice ― in our two parts:
Let me become the most beautiful spring-freed leaf you’ve seen.
Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
Read 95 times
Written on 2023-11-09 at 15:33
Tags Time Frost Death
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