This Frost

Where came this Frost,

Upon the weakened bows of life?

Down to the roots does sleep crawl,

Filling eve dark spaces with seeming death.

Draw close to me dear one,

That we may fall asleep together.

Wrapped in each other’s arms as all turns cold,

May we pray for the coming dawn of spring.

-M.E. InkOwl


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