Winter's Scars Minichu
Winter's frosty heart still feels the frost's burn
Of the vacancy of color beneath Her eyes—
Now it's just white unconscious cells that turn
The sun to a gray familiar gloom—
While She shakes Her head in freezing spins,
Unfit to bring Her name in dew.
Snowstorm nigh again
The evergreen pricks
Flower bed absent
Winter's frosty heart still feels the frost's burn,
While She shakes Her head in freezing spins—
Flower bed absent.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2023
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