march tenth (poem)

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flurries of white, swirling, spinning,
they are a kiss of death, a caress
of cold, an aged embrace too old,
each fractal crystal with stories untold.

the ninth circle of cocytus,
a glacier of frozen souls,
lying there with a heavy toll,
ring, jingle bells ring, oh irony—
how they blanket the world whole.

reach out your palms,
lay them out flat, open psalms.
soon melting from your meager alms.
too warm! too warm! I'm thawing
nothing more than a puddle.

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    1. SummerForest Mar 10, 2019
      Somehow reminds me of the description of thawing snow in Spring in Russian novels. Will our frozen hearts ever thaw?
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