Icicle Clutches Melt

Cold utter gloom settled

in winter’s grasp. Grey,

soiled, and tainted. A bird

chirped in morning’s glow,

the sun shone deep nutrients.

Despair turned to hope,

respite before return of icy

siege. Reality as a

snow globe. Please cease

the shaking. Let the golden

rays of better days return.

Glints of promise leads to warm

splendor. Rinsing away winter’s

cloak of sadness. Renewal.


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