Ides of Ice
Winter ice awakensFeed once on light dreams of death
Life blood becoming
Footsteps unthaw in mind
The body is a painting of soul
Stirs at a touch in flight
Trembles at what there is
To find . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2022-02-06 at 02:32
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