Wednesday, January 16, 2013

The ground is all emeralds, topaz
Onyx roads glisten with ice
Crystalline teardrops hang solid
From every arm and leg
Of frozen brown bodies
Drooping with the weight of their sadness

The grey sky comforts
Even as the chill of the wind
Breaks on my face and hands
It looms over me like a lord
But a loving Lord

A silent black bird glides
Through the murky soft
Of sky
Not a sound
Not an echo of song
As its smooth ride down
Brings it ever closer
To the jewels of home

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