Saturday, November 19, 2011

Adding to my Suspicions

You crumple the blue clouds into a dark ball Adding a chill to each breath you exhale You strip away lingering petals of fall And petrify frostily, dawn’s misty veil You slip your fingers beneath my coat-collar And laugh, as I shiver at your icy clutch Gathering your troops, you sweep into the hollow Where flowers relinquished their blooms to your touch You moan at my doorway and rattle the window Grabbing my attention from embers that glow And I must admit you have raised my suspicions… …I think you are holding a world full of snow Janet Martin

2 comments:

  1. Very clever, Janet. This poem can definitely be read on a few different levels.

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  2. Thank-you Mary, for 'seeing' the levels.

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