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Mourning

Frostbitten,
fumbling fingers
and numb hands
seek warmth
and rejuvenation
in crevices; through friction.

Icy air
pierces woolen layers;
suffocating,
strained lungs.

The stars
shed light
on abandoned streets,
skeletal trees.
Earth engulfed
by oppressive silence; deathly sleep.

‘Tis oft said for
a heart that’s dead –
is mourning what it
possesses no more.

I wonder then, what is being mourned by the deadening weather?

I know it’s a little depressing as the first post for the new year. But then, living in freezing temperatures (for the first time!) and reading a book that brings winters to life was too inspiring to not write. 🙂

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Autumn Days…

If I stay still
for the smallest spell
I can drown in the silence
surrounding the rustling leaves
when it’s ravaged by breeze.

If I pause
to gather a breath
the crisp, dry air fills
my lungs and pierces me
with musk and mulch.

And if I amble alongside
the meandering gravel path
the fallen leaves
decay into clay
beneath my cumbersome feet.

But for all its romanticism,
autumn is cold and daunting
with the threat of icy winters
kissing you goodmorning…

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