The Winters Depths

The Winter Depths (First published on Blue Monster)

The cold freezes the air to solid form, coating the branches of the trees, starting from the smallest twig which become heavy under the white crystals. The night draws on and the day seems murky and insincere and then sometimes to have happened not at all.

The winter is a depth into which most modern people do not delve, but as the ice inches its way onto the roads and into the water pipes, even the most sheltered cannot but notice the icy pall that covers the land.

Shivering on the way to work, shivering within the home, heating insufficient and the shops running out of radiators. The darkness of white covers the ground, rendering all sterile and forlorn.

Posted: Monday, January 4th, 2021 @ 3:42 pm
Categories: Poems, The Sight.
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