The Wake
Snow graced corn field drest
Light limn, sleep, soil rest.
Feign death’s root, deep need.
Stand with strength and tact.
The cold pines for truth.
Stalk rows hold space.
Shafts beg, warmth, light.
Trails mark Spring’s site.
Harsh, harsh the light.
Rot, ruin, blight,
Leaves burnt, clean...
by white's dream.
Death rises
Sun sets.
Wake.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010
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