WinterA Poem by Leslie Philibert
Written as the first snow arrives in the Alps.
A face flickers like a dead man watching television.
A fat layer of cream. Monochrome. Crystal.
Plates of black ice, grubby and gritty.
The sleet falls sideways.
The crows cluster with lazy malice in frozen ditches.
© 2011 Leslie Philibert
Added on December 18, 2011
Last Updated on December 18, 2011
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