Morning February 17, 2014October 5, 2014One Comment I wake before three I go to freeze on dark tides For another’s riches
Cold February 17, 2014October 5, 20144 Comments Warm, vaporous plumes Her breath, turning to crystals That cling to my face.
Ice February 16, 2014October 5, 20142 Comments Icy daggers hang Dripping in the winter sun Waiting for the fall.