Heavenly brumes sweep
abreast midnight's gloom
tufts airily spanning the vacuity
then frost takes hold.
Crystals eagerly leap
after each point has bloomed
breaking free from ambiguity
with the gift of cold.
The frozen phoenixes lay
bodies melting into the loam.
Rising once more as specters
to glide across the earth.
Off of the river's runway
wings set for home.
Spirit wise of the vector
to claim miraculous rebirth.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoezjaPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
