It Is Winter Poem by Rich Harney

It Is Winter



t is winter, blue and cold,
You are warm?
green mittens and a plaid blanket,
red— grey ashes… some.
The night is
black and cold,
my smoke rises up to it,
tell me the blackness in your heart
that we may surge up to it and be free.

Wednesday, November 13, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: winter
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