Icy breaths
Coat all things
In a thick, hard glaze.
Tree limbs rattle
Against the side of the house.
Fierce gusts
Blow loose snow
Across the barren land.
Yet far beneath
Five inches
Of blanketed snow
And frozen earth,
Lies a small seed
Carrying hope
Of the coming spring,
When winter's breath
Shall no longer ravage
A frozen land.
Then spring will come,
Banishing cold,
Bringing warmth
And light
To icy darkness.
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Reflections {Ongoing}
PoetryWithin these ink-stained pages lie Fragments of thoughts Pieces of words, Reflections of a mind Lost in time. Most Creative Winner under Poetry in The 2019 Futhark Awards held by @TheBardicCollege #51 in Poetry 3/3/2021 © Cheyenne van La...
