Wednesday, 2 January 2013

Sun dogs circle
biting cold.
Teardrops cling, closing icicled lashes
against the brilliance.
My breath, a frigid fog,
hangs suspended,
chilling.

*

Maureen Bailey
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2 comments:

Nan said...

Ah, yes.

2 January 2013 06:01
miskmask said...

Wonderfully written.

2 January 2013 09:50

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