Feb 3rd, 2022

Well, today’s my first post. Weird to me to be actually posting these somewhere. I wrote this one this morning while I watched the cold overtaking the street outside.

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Nightmares

streetlights hang over freshly fallen snow

it’s quiet, so quiet…

crystal falls, no seeds to sow

there’s something there, can you spy it?

fields of ice and billows of cold

as birds go south

searching for some hand to hold

finding naught but downturned mouth

lying there, asleep at night

frigid, freezing

dreaming, discouraged, with all your might

something seen, not so pleasing

frozen branches

play with windows

missing tranches

and biting wind winnows

legions of little limpid structures

covered street and hiding stone

slipping and sliding at all the junctures

spied through the window, all alone