Frosted

white_frost

 

Frost’s dressing

thorn tree

 

in wedding band

of white gold

 

sky high & clear

I gaze into

 

the stratosphere:

while under eave

 

small bird weaves

her spring nest.

 

The land is sterile

as a theatre gown

 

we hide beneath

our layers

 

watching ice

catch our breath

 

& cracked skin

form.

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