Storm Haven
The light is ephemeralin mottled blue
Wind whipped
Snow sifts swiftly
sanding the drift driven
By ghostly vortices of
swirling crystals enhanced
In starlight made pale
by trees in silhouette
The drift grows inexorably
It's lee sheltering a doe
Curled in embracing bracken
awaiting calm.
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2020-01-16 at 00:32
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