Winter Fallen

Winter Fallen

ice

like glass.

blades

of grass,

sharp, brittle,

dusted

with crystals.

dark,

like pelt

of ancient wolf.

sky

of implacable grey.

mind,

of forgotten folk

long gone under

the earth,

bone alone

remains.

watch:

the stars light up,

million pin pricks

in the cloth

of heaven.

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2 thoughts on “Winter Fallen

  1. Reblogged this on Lizzie Carver and commented:
    Oh, if only I could write like this…

    Written by my online friend, Vivienne Tuffnell, this poem will give you a taste of her writing. I recommend her novels, too – check her out on Amazon. Perhaps a little Christmas treat for yourself, among all the hustle and bustle, to transport you to another place?

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