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Anatomy of Winter

The sun slips a wink And wilts a few degrees Like ritual, September passes Leaving a wet headache- October falls fondly, Pawing the door like a hungry cat. Strewing orange gifts and straw. But Winter arrives, And a chill broaches the air January’s sunset catches the glass. The trees branch like bronchi Ventricles fall like lace over the eyes Bloodshot, usurping every last tear- Underneath here- the skin prickles and bones grow, Like coral, hard and skeletal, it barbs the nerves. I’m cold, but every season has its will, Spring is on the way.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 2/4/2019 3:03:00 AM
Thank you for the kind words. Mean a lot.
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Date: 2/3/2019 10:09:00 PM
wow wonderful POEM- beautifully dissected the ANATOMY OF WINTER
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Date: 2/3/2019 6:41:00 AM
I love the words, "trees branch like bronchi" which they do. NoelsArt
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Michelle Marsiglia
Date: 2/4/2019 3:04:00 AM
I went to Body World where Dr Gunter plasticises bodies after they die and there was a ton of imagery. Thanks for the comment =)