every so often, there is solace upon the dawn of the winter solstice. bewitching are the sugar-coated pines and crystalline duvets dressing the countryside. i acknowledge the travels of each snowflake as a maritime memory. ivory noise in harmony with the dark of december. 'tis the season of whispers and withering. o, to wander this hillside from the village of chimneys—steeples of pervasive black pierce the nostrils of the ether above. the winter rooks are shepherded by grey chants of the north wind. the world on pause all except for frozen tears. there is darkness from the sky's sorrow, whereupon one can surrender to sleep until the morrow.
promises to keep,
but today i will rest on
rigid earth freely.
08/03/24 © nrw
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Mirror in the Sky
Poetry"Mirror in the Sky" is a selection of poetry and prose that delves deep into the intricacies of the mind and soul, capturing the raw essence of love, the sting of heartbreak, and the complexities of society. Through a collection of innermost ramblin...
