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Click hereIn the cold dead winters night
Among ground-blanket snow
In leaf-strewn patchwork quilt decay
Remains of summer’s soul
Quiet crunch of footsteps fall
New path through forest’s tomb
Ears hear naught but wind through branch
Though there is new growth in womb
Solo sojourn on this trek
And none to share this sight
The full-faced moon through misty clouds
Turn all to hoary bright
Stark beauty lay upon the eyes
Least favorite time of year
Dead-cold soul on winter’s night
To both eyes bring a tear
None to hold and none to hear
Mist-whispery words a’shared
Shout out instead to bright-light gloom
A call to one not there
The solit’ry one, he does now turn
‘Way from the ghost-like beauty
And contemplate what has been lost
In life’s cold-hearted cruelty.
JCK 1/22/02 “for B”
Evokes a very Gothic feel, nice textures, loved the line about quilted blanket snow