Naked branches whisk cinder filled clouds
off the floor of the sky,
revealing glowing embers from Earth’s hearth.
Ice covered limbs crack then snap,
dripping as they melt,
while life’s breath smokes the air.
Frost burns the senses and tears the eyes,
but smells of hickory and pine
warm all memories of winters past.
Winter’s Sunset
Poem On Fame – Lantern Poem
5 years ago
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