Winter sky

The winter writes a shroud 

and imposes its embrace 

upon a cold and grey-white 

landscape. A solitary bird 

flits lost below the cloud 

and as I turn my frozen face 

to gaze upon its lonely flight 

the sun appears. Absurd. 

Steve Wheeler © 13 February, 2021

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Calcified

The skeletons of winter trees

raise bony arms and fingers high

to graze a grey and leaden sky

and you and I are calcified

I make no bones about it 

Steve Wheeler © 28 December, 2020

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