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Snowflakes
pressed in indigo,
spit-shined
for
a coming new year.
I
know you will read this.
I
know you will not understand.
But,
the sky is ready.
Snowflakes
pressed in violet,
warming
up
for
a coming new year.
Haven't
you gotten
your
pound of flesh,
and
then some?
yellow
violet blush-burst
indigo magenta
The
sun
has
arrived
but
you don't see
the
new year,
the
melt,
the
new day.
You're
too blindly busy
thinking
of
the
next
crimson
cut.
But,
the
sky is ready,
trade
your warfare
for
wings,
come
fly with me.
©
2015 Jennifer Wagner
“What
the new year brings to you will depend a great deal on what you bring
to the new year.” - Vern McLellan
For
the challenge at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads