Cold Poem by Mick Law
Cold
Stark dark lightening rods of sleeping trees are etched black against a cold cynical sky telling a winter's tale
Warm life leaks like white blood from the braced earth. Optimistic but deluded shoots of green are scythed cell by cell with a cut from frozen scalpels
Water trickles slower, slower..stops, a frozen portrait of it's final tear
All warmth has gone forever
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4/26/2024 12:23:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This was really really good.