October Snow

The trees are splitting at their sides

Like the object of an unusually cruel joke.

Their warm flesh becomes exposed

as they are stripped of their jagged jackets,

And they bleed all over

the freshly dusted ground.

The cold grips their limbs

and drags them to the powdered floor,

Where they are chained to the earth

which sprung them life.

Now the sky is exposed

and offers its light,

Only illuminating

our grave

mistakes. 

The whiteness is not purity,

it is the ghost that haunts us

for all of our recklessness. 

Reviews

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. wow ! ... these words are consuming and haunting ...
. beautifully written ...