crack hands old oak
wrapped around my love
i hollow the heartwood
until she slips inside
she comes the winter
she comes the night
she comes the winternight
pinpricks my body torn
needles dance my arms
we sickle under midmoon
white kissed before we're born
she comes the winter
she comes the night
she comes winternight
8 responses to “winternight”
Your poems invite a read aloud and always create vivid imagery. ✨
Thank-you Michele. I should probably do more recorded readings. But then I’d have to listen to the sound of my own voice 😂
You’re very welcome, Michael. Don’t be so hard on yourself. It’d be great! 🙌🏻 I just did a practice one.
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Great imagery here, Michael.
Thanks Chris. 🐦⬛
Luscious, and as I commented previously, methinks you’re in a wintry frame of mind.
I’m ready for autumn. Apparently, so are most of the stores. Halloween stuff already! Wow.