Today in my home town:
Empty streets of ice
Longing for summer walkers
All doors frozen shut
Bloodlines of winter
Run through blue veined lifeless hands
I’m sleeping til Spring
Winter’s aching moon
Shadowed behind icy clouds
Crescents on my floor
Roads of sooted dust
Swirls with frigid drollness
Cold placidity
Frosted icy paths
Bring frozen stars down to earth
Hunched winter morning
Shards of blackened soot
Seep into death’s coverlet
What darkness lies there?
Diamond overview
Cold windows of winter’s lace
Breathing haunts my soul
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Nice poetry, Lou Ann! It makes me want to grab a blanket and make something hot to drink. The water in my bird bath was frozen this morning, but the temperature is supposed to be back up in the seventies before the weekend ends.
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