The Winter People

The Winter People


This is winter’s

We’re stuck in a black and white fog
breathing thin air,

breathing in a writer’s ache
on blank sheets of white paper.

It’s a silent semaphore

that reduces
the sun to a small white stone.

It’s ice in a flame.
It’s a black and white rainbow.

And the clouds
are hanging like upside down saints,

floundering in fields,
and in-between tufts of weeds.

no longer looks for a place to settle.

The word: astrophe  Written for godoggocafe. Image is Winter Landscape by Belgian artist Leo Piron (1899-1962). Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021

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