Dust Cold Mist Came Creeping Poem by Terence George Craddock

Dust Cold Mist Came Creeping



I am casting out... the dust of winter...
dust cold mist... came creeping...
into breath... cold spaces... time age creeping...
dust is a film... chill cold stealing...
in over silent winter... chill days dust sleeping...

Copyright © Terence George Craddock

Thursday, August 24, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dust,winter
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Split image from the poem 'Casting Out The Dust Of Winter: Anticipating Spring', by the poet Terence George Craddock.
Written in August 2017 on the 21&23.8.2017.
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