It's so quiet out here
Pitter patter of snow drops
On my eyelashes
This cold is different
Purging my qualms with
Stillness.
If it were heat I might fall
Sapped of my strength
Overwhelmed by warmth
But as is
I embrace the chill
Ease back
And for a sweet, long moment
I am lost
Among the white
On the roof.
Feb 10, 2011
Feb 10, 2011 at 2:52 PM UTC
It's so quiet out here
Pitter patter of snow drops
On my eyelashes
This cold is different
Purging my qualms with
Stillness.
If it were heat I might fall
Sapped of my strength
Overwhelmed by warmth
But as is
I embrace the chill
Ease back
And for a sweet, long moment
I am lost
Among the white
On the roof.
2011 Sam Dickinson
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