The Chill (photo)
By 1stpoet
The Chill I peer through crystallized window Upon a shroud of white Purity seems to prevail upon the earth As the wind blows. The snow moves in the air giving a sense that the clouds have come down to sea level to deposit frozen tears of the gods. Jack Frost does not nip upon noses he desires to devour flesh, frozen for the jaws show teeth and claws reach from every rooftop Chimneys billow smoke of burnt offering in hopes Ole Man winter will be appeased and lift his veil of gray allowing Hyperion to give gold Solar orb flares, the tongues lick the vacuum of space only to incite the anger of Mother Earth who has turned her back to the heavens I ache within as phalanges still numb ignore messages from my brain to move and remove the ice-laden burden upon my frame But alas the cherry wood invites me closer to the hearth, with crackles louder than that of my teeth still rattling behind blue lips William Dawes Dec. 21, 2000dec 2000, Written January 20th, 2002 © on Jan 20 2002 05:59 AM PST 0 • 10
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