I thought about including this one in a book at some point, but I don’t think it made the cut. I must have written it before going into work, and I’m guessing it was still wintry out. I’m hoping to publish another volume of poetry soon (in ebook form), so stay tuned!
The frozen ground
Amplifies the sound
Morse code of a
Soul’s breaking point.
A forecast of snow
Will bring a new low
Powdery problems and
Blood on the nose.
Slipping on the black ice
And hollow advice,
Making circle after
Circle until it’s clear.
The Sun can only relieve
When one truly does believe,
That there can be
Ultimate control of
This life sentence
Of winter…
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