Tag Archives: Cold

Solitary Mockingbird on a Winter Branch

Still the air when snow becomes, When flake on flake lays down Upon the one below and comes, Another then without a sound. And crystal palaces lush, Hold every creature cold, Now thickened with the winter flush, Embrace their lover’s … Continue reading

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Spoken

I dream of the cold white winds High up In the Tushar mountains. The still voice Of a lover is the cold Wind shaking my slumber. Breathing in Almost imperceptibly. Not moving. My ears fill with sound. Pines high Upon … Continue reading

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Handkerchief

Washing this white handkerchief balanced upon a log, Above a rushing mountain water clear by a foot from My foot and oh, how very cold water from the mountains Feels, or does not feel when, upon wanting all this Red … Continue reading

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A Cold Night

A cold night. Stars frigid with An air of despair. Luminously teeming, Black sparkling rain Or falling tears. Falling love and falling lives, cold night indeed. In such vast silence, voices still whisper, What may come, THEY are to come, … Continue reading

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