in furs/

poems 1 Minute

©2021 Michael Raven

burning chrome
winter is the wind
fetters shattered
with a hoarfrost kiss
cold metal my lips

eddies and remembrances
taken to the skies
lifting hearts high
beckon the wrist flick
the snow upon the fells
bramble those thorn

winter on tongue tasted
the snow queen in furs
Photo by Antonio Friedemann on Unsplash
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