cold
cold…,
solemnly flying raven hoards it
between his feathers,
snowflakes crow out of his beak:
swirling, falling down
on the yellowness
of the sleeping dog.
cold…
a trembling moon
pillows beneath dog’s
dreams
all day
chilled mist chews darkness,
breathing huskily
in the anticipation
of a slow moving
blizzard.
cold…
the clear glass of a fishbowl
separates eyes from winter.
one icy breath,
one frozen world,
one delirious dream
between you and me.
cold
c:Nina K Orlovskaya @9/17/2012
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