Of ❄️

A whistling wind through windows of ice

Blue fractured patterns of light on fields of snow

 

Gray matted canvas of awkward twigs and clay

Cold ominous morning paper screens & dirty glass

 

Figurines containing impossible rivers of memory 

Where once was wherewithal,  withdrawn

Everything full of there was, now gone

 

With nothing more to know, to suffice 

( of suffering )

 Blue fractured patterns of light on fields of snow ❄️ 





Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-11-27 at 16:41

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