Monday, 11 February 2013

Winter Conversation


With the snow
a quietness fell.

Not just the
white muffled wrap
of furflake,

broken by
shivers of wind
through icicles
hung like a Mark tree,

but the stillness of thoughts
being gathered
as logs laid before
a weakening fire.



First published at Poetry Shed 11/12/15
https://abegailmorley.wordpress.com/?s=marc+woodward

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