Three Am
Three AM
She sits,
feathered robe
silent in the wind.
Unblinking eyes,
colder than the
iced terrain,
peer into
pained whiteness.
Gripping tightly
slender hope.
For Kelly Deschler
Night Owl contest
8/5/2014
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2014
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