Thursday, December 4, 2014

Like Snowdrops

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Ice blood
thickens, congeals
with spindly fingers
stretching across winter’s skin.

We bear the marks,
troublesome, melancholic,
after a year of sidetracked seasons,
of storms.  But wait

for hope
to spring, reveal
what in the dark
can grow.


© 2014 Jennifer Wagner