Cold Snap

A frozen river
of low grinding sound

plays out across
the curry brown hills,

wandering like Orpheus.
Sunlight, shade, sunlight.

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One response to “Cold Snap

  1. Glad you like my blog and have decided to follow it. Enjoyed this poem of yours. I could do without cold snaps, but alas, they occur where I live as well.

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