Poem: Blizzard

Tiny crystalline stars painting white wash

Falling freezing in dust devils

Turning bleak and bitter landscapes

Into mounds of uniform shape

Underneath sleep stories

Broken dreams and glass

Twisted metal once shiny where ghostly lovers float

Brown earth all rutted and chill

So sorry and still

Now all covered

In a layer of winter’s quilt

Each flake weaving the whole

And the silence

Absorbing all within its beauty


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