By first light
winter whispered itself white
onto the green grass like
a woman whose beauty
withers so soon and
as you watch.
Something died in me today--
drowned in a sky of silent soup.
Do not search for it,
only sleep--
sleep and dream of
sour springs and blood summers
and shadows of cold words still-
born eggs like wishes broken
in the growl of this fall storm.
PROMPT: Magnetic word tiles selected on the basis of what appealed to me that day. (I have LOTS!)
PROMPT: Magnetic word tiles selected on the basis of what appealed to me that day. (I have LOTS!)
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