The sun distances
itself from life,
forsaking all in its light.
Warmth fades with the days.
Ice grasps the ground
clinging to barren trees,
waiting patiently
as time plays its games.
Finally the heat nears
and frost finds its legs,
sprinting back to its home
amongst the veins of rivers.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PuisiPoetry 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...
