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A Winter’s Eve

Posted on January 16, 2019May 25, 2020 by Joe Merkle

As feathers, the flakes fall
Backlit by a crescent moon
They melt
On my tongue

As I lie in cold wetness
I am teased
Seized, by the moment
Held captive by its spectacle

The singular sound I hear
Must be my shallow breathing
Involuntarily I sense
I trespass on this stage

It’s time to take my leave
Allow my blood to flow
Below the crunching underfoot
Are footsteps soon to be extinct

Category: Poetry

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