04 December 2010

The snow

By Alyssa Higgins

A woodstove
cloaked in black
warms cold hearts
and hands
expels heat,
drives away chill
while I wait,
I wait
until the cold comes
and finally,
peace blankets my soul

The snow is white
like a sheet
and for a time,
undefiled purity
against soft grey skies

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