A Frost that Glows

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In cold and white

My soul drifts

In light of frost

I try to find my way

The bitter chill

Contains it all

Wrapped-in, tight

Yet, shielded from my eyes

I can’t make sense

I have no words

But something sits

A newness stirs ready to rise

In pictures grey

In feeling swirls

I wait for it

And hope it will take a shape I understand.

 

Paula Antonello Moore, Prose Poetry. Copyright: Tuesday, January 10, 2017.

Image: SnowFeet by P.A. Moore.

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