A Chill To Long For
Posted: 29 Aug 2013, 02:11
A Chill To Long For
A week of below zero weather.
The river frozen. The snow dry
as styrofoam. Whatever moisture's
left has become the sound
of bones crushed under boots.
The dearth of whiteness.
The purity of ascetics and saints.
A chilling numbness of the soul.
A thirst that must wait for spring.
A week of below zero weather.
The river frozen. The snow dry
as styrofoam. Whatever moisture's
left has become the sound
of bones crushed under boots.
The dearth of whiteness.
The purity of ascetics and saints.
A chilling numbness of the soul.
A thirst that must wait for spring.