a relentless snow
.
drifts in consuming whiteout…
.
will i disappear,
.
succumb to the vampire wind
.
that would drain my soul to numb?
.
.
.
these eyes half open
.
in waking hibernation,
.
this heart a frail beat.
.
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a frozen flatline…
.
waiting in emotional
.
ambiguity
.
.
for the morning Sun
.
to light… this desolate sky…
.
to wake… from this sleep…
.
.
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the ambivalent
.
stare dead eyed past the wounded.
.
yet time and again
.
your brown eyes warm my shadows,
.
and mend these oft broken wings.
.
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Hope turns skyward now…
.
beyond… this Season of Fear…
.
snow… falls ever white…
.
and Winter’s death has it’s Spring,
.
even the sparrow… finds food.
.
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.
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watercolor pencil, pencil,
black and white marker,
white acrylic paint
12″x 12″ vellum paper,
sourced from various pics
and my imagination
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