Ides of Ice

Winter ice awakens
Feed 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
Read 369 times
Written on 2022-02-06 at 02:32

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text