04-21-2022, 03:49 AM
Ice gargoyles whisper snowflakes,
up high in powdery trees.
Softening pinkenned ears,
weakening aching knees.
The cold so stiff and brittle,
it wouldn’t hurt to lie a little,
and let the snowflakes
fall onto me.
up high in powdery trees.
Softening pinkenned ears,
weakening aching knees.
The cold so stiff and brittle,
it wouldn’t hurt to lie a little,
and let the snowflakes
fall onto me.