Winter
Lit Up — January’s Prompt: Winter
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1 min readJan 19, 2018
black, naked trees reach for indigo skies, their sleeping fingers scraping threaded clouds as arms bend and creak, groan and sway in brittle wind
stars scattered across the night, sometimes, sometimes the moon
her face, glowing against cobalt, until
she sleeps within gathering grey down
her hazy bed a thickening comfort of billowing folds,
holding back brilliant cold as the
tiny specks slowly cast down by winter’s hand
hiss and slip and whisper
of secrets,
falling