winter

blossomoss

in this winter, it’s a dark quiet hush

that spreads from the winter in my heart

 

there is a recognizing, one to itself,

a knowing of my soul in the air

that hurts to breathe

 

night is the truest time, the shadows

are welcome and the candles slow

patient burning, burning, burning

 

and I have nothing to do but melt

 

#winter, by nikki barnes

 

 

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