Winter closes in
My poems freeze in my fingers
Anxiety thimbles form
In crystallized patterns
Oh so well worn
What do you expect me to do
Type them out with my
Frost bitten toes
Friday, January 13, 2017
Sunday, January 8, 2017
defeated day
Light lies low
Dripping darling droplets
Trickling through treetops
Showering short shadows
Sunset serenity
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