Harsh

by Bret Higgins   Nov 20, 2007


My world is monochrome and bleak.
A blanching carpet of bitter water.
A blanket that doesn’t warm.

The sky forms faces of discord
Grimaces of frostbite,
Add to my lament.

But come spring I’ll be reborn
Rejuvenated by the thaw,
Like a phoenix from the ice.

Bret Higgins 11-20-07

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  • 9 years ago

    by Sean

    Love it.

  • 9 years ago

    by Sean

    Love it.