Word Impression Poem 3: Apricity
The air carries winter's bite
To the ear, the nose and the fingers
- But the day is full of light,
A golden shine that falls and lingers
Upon the warf and woof of everything.
The apricity all 'round is why the birds yet sing
Upon their icy perches.
A ghostly touch of warmth lies all about
As the heart conducts its silent searches
Through the deeps of cold and doubt.
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2012
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