Cold Weather Poem by Donatien Moisdon

Cold Weather



I wait for cold weather to cure our leprosy
and freeze, of all insects, the black, demonic eyes.

When its breath, reddening mountain flanks and valleys
with a loud sob of joy cleans up the Northern skies
a blizzard of relief groans through my parted lips.

I close my eyes in peace as Time and the planet
seem to slow down and sleep…

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