Friday, March 12, 2010

night

Winter is almost over, but it has been freezing lately. I found this poem that I wrote a couple years ago - it fits in nicely with the weather we've been experiencing here.

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of winter skies where
crimson stars release their golden heat
against the cold indigo night-

upon the ground lies crisp snow like the
smell of cinnamon on Sunday morning,

turned to ice between the mountains.

the place where arrows point towards a chasm
on a spiraling pathway
is where I find my home.

Anyone know what happened to Poetry Friday?

3 comments:

Milli said...

I love that!

Erin said...

I like the poem.
I was trying to find Poetry Friday today too, and I couldn't. :/

Judi said...

I love that poem! Probably one of my favorites I've read of yours. :)
-Judi