Frosted Lichen Poem by B. V. Dahlen

Frosted Lichen



Winter creeps into corners,
Filling each crevice
With darkness.
My tombstone days
Are etched in epitaphs
Of lichen.
Tendrils
Of pewtered green,
Spiraling, prowling,
Trace my past,
And shroud my future.
Binding me
To a tomb,
Frigid and bitter
As the glacial track
I follow.

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B. V. Dahlen

B. V. Dahlen

Hampton Roads, Virginia USA
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