december’s girl

I am the wraith of winter

I spin loose tales of death and direction

decorate with grey and hollowed out stones

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I light the night with moondust and parody

weave rough wool from forest and folly

paint the sun into places you’ve never imagined

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I can warm your toes and chill your heart

breathe life into howls that could tear you apart

sit silent when you beg for a song

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I wear a belt of keys but never open a door

rattle chains that were forged from lost days

hope is the ring I wear on my finger

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I am always gone and never away

neither friend nor foe in your subliminal story

I am the wraith of winter

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Linking up today with the fabulous dVerse poets for Open Link Night, join us!

 


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