Like The Snow

Ghost in a window 

The streetlight shines low

Eyes like a question 

Her face like the snow

 

There is no one there to ask her

To come inside to share a glow

To compare some lines of answer 

For no one there shall ever know 

 

Time wheels turning leaden

Footsteps spinning silver to straw

Blacklight behind a mirror

No one to see,

Fingers and toes soon deaden

No feeling until the thaw

Insides a wintry furor

Her eyes glassy





Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-11-30 at 23:53

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