Deepening winter, prowling, a wild look in it's eyes.
Utterly grey, utterly featureless.
Blizzard covering my marker stones,
Spirits of warmth eloquent but elusive.
Echoing silences are possessive, waiting, empty, liquid, jagged, and pulling at my bones.
A fading sky, severe and twisted, a pyre of old songs and wooden dances.
But you are my Fire Sky; fierce and alight with the rhythmic sound of dreams, and raw flashes of knowledge.
Your feedback helps jackalice understand what's working
I can feel the world in my lungs. Breathe with me....
P retty winter wonderland. I s what I can see today. C old but still heartwarming. T akes my breath away. U nderneath a greying sky. R iverbanks are frozen, white. E ven though the water's flowing.
Winter white colours the day. Encased in icing like a cake in may. All is still, quite sublime. A frozen world, time out of time. Nothing moves, not. animal, man, or bird.
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