It’s like wind..





Sitting on a cloud in the winter





Trumpets in the heavens calling..


Menthols inhaled lightly.

Mint and Polish pastries..


Steam wafting coyly.

Coal in the air, red stockings..


Time, desperately heaving


Like spring our hope is calling!

But winter lags ..



Dreams are slow growing

In the cold of winter’s groaning.


Fainting feathered flakes fall freely from the face

Of the universe.


Tears frozen dropping..

Life disturbed, reacting..


No purpose in the rotating of our worlds!


10 thoughts on “winter”

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