Saturday, January 3, 2009

almost scandinavian

Cold Ghosts

The sky shimmers that certain blue above a field of snow
Three crows circle without a sound below a low slung sun
There then gone gusts of wind ski and surf whitecap drifts
Here inside a warm house the sudden icy draft of memory
Her winterlong apparitions persist to haunt his nordic heart
He suffers her cold ghosts in shivers stoic, almost scandinavian

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