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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This is beautiful, Viv…:)
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?