December 29, 2020

winter

bearing these dull days
when clouds conceal the light
last brittle leaves cling to dried twigs

at night the vantablack
of silence between cold stars
reflected in a void of snow

the wells lie frozen
beneath the shadowed forest
holding the weight of winter in its branches

only from deep within
a light sings from lost summer
of flowers unfading upon tender grass.


2 comments:

lena said...

the world has felt deafening recently. i'm so grateful your blog exists.

Martin said...

I hope that for you the world will soon feel serener again. Thank you dearly for your being a true reader. Hopefully my ink will someday retrieve a way to the quill : )

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