Winters Blood Poem by Miss Fairytale

Winters Blood



Clouds hang solid, ready
Suspended in pale sky
Poised, pregnant, steady
Thick with ache
they sigh.

Opacity flakes,
the load is shed
Blanketing roofs and roads
Clarity replaces heavy white
Now cream becomes the snow.

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