Falling Silently
The land withdrew into white
Black brittle bone limbs and branches
Scrape at a sagging blue gray underbelly of sky
A northern world descends in to itself
Dreams slow to a dead stop
Then everything reverses
As it has as far as can be remembered
Submerged slipping inward close
Below an ice frost skin
My lips trace the curves of your eyelids
In the ground covered in snow.
Copyright © Dennis Jones | Year Posted 2015
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