Crush

Filed in Gather Writing Essential by on October 30, 2011 0 Comments

Snow falls thickly
blanketing the
cranberry reds
and amber oranges
without mercy
pulling at the limbs
forcing them to
bend awkwardly
towards the cold, white ground

Sirens break the stillness
in this February October
An unforgiving painful wail
a cry for mercy in the night
The sound is one I rather forget
I am cold, my blood too thin

An unusual turn here in the North
The clove of seasons has been
crushed under the brutal weight 
of winter-too-soon

There will be no gentle ushering in
of the season of hibernation
instead we have been thrust
into a whirl of extreme seasons
while we cannot catch our breath
or pause to ponder such strangeness

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I am very passionate, sometimes too impulsive, a lover of life and all that it has to offer.

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