Doors In Winter
Chinese toothed, slack chinned
concerned at the inrunning cold
you flood the snowed path with light
like a stage. Your singular silence
incomprehensible for the coated shape,
once known, now a smile of wire.
The years, like snow, clean the slate.
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2015
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