It Covers All

cold tree.jpg

It lies

Beneath the

snow

It’s not the ground

I speak of

though

Its schedules that

Move on so

slow

And pile up

When head Hung

low

Its aching heart

That wants to

breathe

Its matters full

While I still

grieve

And Novel calls

But can’t

conceive

As snow it falls

Upon my

sleeve

And buried in

With glasses

fogged

Emotions swirl

And get so

clogged

And when I am

waterlogged

I say it All

As I have

blogged.

Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Tuesday, January 12, 2015

Image: Cold tree, by Me.

 

 

 

 

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