FOURTH CORNER-STONE


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.




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Written on 2023-11-09 at 15:33

Tags Time  Frost  Death 

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Sameen
Beautifully written with a beautiful message! You're getting better at these short ones.
2023-11-09