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Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve

the snow fell
so hard and fast
that we thought
the earth had
turned white
overnight
and when
we stepped
into the flurry
the lining
of our noses
crackled
with the
sudden chill
and our fingers
screamed
to make it stop
to give them back
their warm blood

inside
the smell
of cinnamon
and spice
caught
on a draft
pulled from
the open door
for a second
the co...

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A Scarecrow Dreams Of Leaving

A Scarecrow Dreams Of Leaving

 

A scarecrow in the wax moonlight

is snowed upon one winters night

and as the crystals, soft, alight

he dreams perhaps some day he might

take footsteps off into the bright

ice world. His skeletal delight

some hours later, fat and white

with snow-flesh -  waiting for coal sight.

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Lair Of The Snow Spider

Lair Of The Snow Spider

 

there are domains so deep

that no one will tread

so dark that they are blind

in these dank places

the air is still and

sound is soft and mute

 

into this darkness

snow falls

settling in the nooks

and crannies

dusting the branches

with its ice grasp

 

can you hear it

the soft sly scuttle

of a many l...

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A Step Towards Winter

A STEP TOWARDS WINTER.

 

I look into the mirror’s depthless space

and note the wrinkles that, somehow have grown

into something I wish I didn’t own.

The knife of age has cut into my face.

The greys within my hair have moved apace

from where the bird of youth had lightly flown

to make a nest of life that it could own.

I wish it hadn’t sprinted in that race.

...

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