Lady Frost - Poem by Leslie Philibert
Winter has killed Autumn
with frost, the old slaves
hide the trees, they cough out ice
and fill the ways with hardness.
The snow sidelines the fields,
black clouds hunt against the pale,
crows shatter like glass.
Then this is the Winter,
brittle and heavy with sleep.
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