Of Moments In Winter
A chill in the air
ignites my dry bones
washing over with sweetness.
I inhale, consumed with an appetite
assuaged only with the kiss of hiemal night.
Branches spindly, frigid, and gaunt
strike at the grey darkened sky,
while a cool mist blankets the ground.
Crystalline prisms dance through the air
as I take in the gentle crisp silence of Winter.
Copyright © Nicole Like | Year Posted 2020
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