Winter Skeletons
Tired eyes alight on brittle branches
a cold reflection a
common fate
winter skeletons in flight on desert plains
longing for indifference
and in the quiet of that frozen waste
are locked the lonely echoes of the lost
their silence screams “too
lonely to be lost too
chained to be adrift”
like empty dreams they scratch the shattered panes
to unleash forgotten truths
Tired ears awaken in that stillness
a symphony
those fragile chimes
icicles against an angry wind that
strips the branches
bare
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great expression in your words Debra...
John
Be always safe,
Karen
Edwin