Death of a Winter

by on January 8, 2024 :: 0 comments

Spring leaps forth causing April to unexpectedly
rescue the deadened Spirits from the dismal
cotton skies of prison-colored clouds
made of wounded wicker and withered wisteria.

Soon, plants and orioles awaken
and once more the cinereous skies
will be rebleached in blue and boldly blonde
locks of life. Pistols are removed
from the sides of foreheads
and put back into the hollowed-out bibles
from which they came. A tiny portion
of leverage and pressure plays
an enormous role in whether
a sapient and sensitive creature’s blood
continues to flow within its fleshy cage, or not.

– Heath Brougher

editors note:

If only we can make it to March… – mh clay

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