Shivering Silver Twilight - Poem by Monica O'Connor
Blinding winter sun
crawls back behind barren trees
in shivering silver twilight.
Soft, olive hand
draws back behind thick neck
in goosebump inducing embrace.
Tree tangles with the skyline
as freezing night closes in,
a star frozen in the dark.
Fingers twist in tousled hair
as rigid bodies loosen and draw close,
eyes locked on lips.
Cold wind sways trees,
breeze shakes and trees endure
endless pain for five long months.
Conflict sways hearts,
and for long months,
endless pain will be remembered.
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