COLD BONES
In the late hour,
the snow on the mountain
makes its way indoors
and there is neither fire
nor warmth in this place
to keep it at bay.
8 July 2020
Published inTwitter Poems
COLD BONES
In the late hour,
the snow on the mountain
makes its way indoors
and there is neither fire
nor warmth in this place
to keep it at bay.