Winter Passage

December 9, 2009 at 1:24 am Leave a comment

Diving into darkest days
wind whistles cold songs
footing becomes treacherous
slowing the wanderer.

Smoke is all that remains
of dead wood warmth
clinging like memory
to scarred skin.

In the hollow of the heart
find embers that still glow
to kindle inner fire
until sun returns.

Entry filed under: Poetry.

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