Winter Poem by Bengt O Björklund

Winter



The waning moon has spent
all its expensive emissions
on cellular mass calls for dawn.
Bright nimbus of winter distortion
warps the distance in glass,
transparent drops that softly freeze
into white subtle oblivion.

Friday, April 24, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: winter
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