Thaw at Dawn

gust whistles a stingin’ tune
through river’s reeds’
hollow teeth
,

icicles dangle from flaky leaves
for moon’s favour, in coma
i dream only relief,

then sun sphere starts to thaw
by dawn’s soft lines and
god’ hushed grace
,

clearing winter’s wicked wind and
hands from frozen mask
on golden face,

image: https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/332422016241217924/?lp=true

image: http://christophergreco.blogspot.com/2011/01/icicle-sunset-daily-painting.html

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