White On White
Her hoarfrost-painted fingernails send
shivers racing down my spine and
while a gaggle of goosebumps
quickly raise the alarm:
for feeling her touch
upon my flesh
I shudder
at my
core.
~
A
frigid
and cruel
hearted mistress
with ice in Her veins,
Winter subjects the land
to Her freezing, bitter winds
while snowflakes bury Fall colors
under bland blankets of white on white.
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