A Crawl in Winter

A Crawl in Winter

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
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taken from love

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A Crawl in Winter

In the long crawl of winter
I've seen your cold exhaled air
carry my breathlessness,
Carry it away
To tombstone fine
where I can play eternal
as stone spells my name
Withered from a cold heart
that weathers herself fine
in evening clothes
my dead soul gone
As she loves the self
she barely knows.

© 2015 Alfred Kukitz


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Benita! How are you? Thanks for your visit!

Regards,
Al

Posted 9 Years Ago


Withered from a cold heart
that weathers herself fine
in evening clothes
my dead soul gone
As she loves the self
she barely knows.



Such a warm piece thank you for sharing
and for stopping by my page.



God bless. Benita

Posted 9 Years Ago


Thanks Kelly!

Your words are huge encouragements that I feel on my heart.

Love,
Al

Posted 9 Years Ago


The" long crawl of winter" will soon be over, but I shall miss the warmth of poems, like this!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Thanks Jacob! Always good to know that I can bring a touch to one's soul.

Regards,
Al

Posted 9 Years Ago


in some ways i think of my dad when reading this...and how he has been so depressed with my mom gone...their 70 years together...and his heart is withering...
i haven't had contact with him for awhile...but this is pretty much what my sister says...he is living with her now.

thank you for this poem.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on March 1, 2015
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Tags: Crawl, winter, heart, tombstone

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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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