In frozen limbo I stroll
By artis
Winter spreads its coat of white unbuttoned across my shoulders like the old shawl, my grandmother used to huddle under graying my hair as well prematurely, with it's burden of flakes so I hum a little ditty that matches the rhythms of the scrunch....crunch...scrunch...crunch of my steps through inches of ice encrusted snow my hands hibernate between lint stalagmites in the deep caverns of my pockets 10 toes spread out lined up in formation... ooooO Ooooo in wooly warmth .......... /.. / on an A.M. patrol as they spend their assigned time in boot camp I squint in the glints of a trillion chrystal stars that gleam in blinding brilliance a collision of bright sun on frozen condensation my breath it forms clouds that drift over the crag of my nose to dissapate against the mountainous face of my headlands I am the only silouhette capable of blotting out the horizon alone in a world of purest white centered in acres of vanilla nothingness I am a tiny speck much like the period which will now end this poem.number 5 like my toes were...all five number then hell Written February 14th, 2002 © on Feb 14 2002 11:07 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Winter spreads its coat of white ..."