Slip into a winter’s dream
My pillow is a mound of snow
My blanket, snowflakes, soft and clean
The ground is firm, icy greens above
Warm are the worms below
Tear-filled eyes slowly freeze
Black lashes open to the sky
My body, its secrets, seek reprieve
Painful is the grip that holds the heart,
Those memories of you and I
Spring comes, long is the wait
The snows melt, water trickles downhill
My body exposed, found too late
Feeding from me, the creatures underground
At least now, you never will
(Image courtesy of Microsoft Clipart)
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