Icy Veins
Sandpaper linen-
embroidery in pallid hands.
Spirit-thin webs of trees:
pristine; honored.
Ashen bones under cotton
sky. Finger inflamed
sugar-soft feathers.
Snow, tingling, starts to cling.
Immaculate hues.
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2020
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