Church of Ice
A glassy sea of crystalline degrees
sustain a mass of icebergs in its pews
that lift their icy eyes in melting pleas
to wrest the dying of their waning hues.
A stanza from my poem, Obscure Land of Lights
Written on 5/21/2019
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2019
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