Dark. Cold. The snow torches my face. Calm, I sway in the gentle winds of change. Soon I’ll see what’s over the snowbank. The icy hot grip of my hands begin to climb, the winter still weary of my presence. Again, I am slipping, grasping the light. The lightly packed snow, fragile beneath my touch.… Continue reading Waiting – A Freeform Poem
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