#229 (snow print)

sleep still singing deep inside his bones

the tones of slush and icicles

soft grey and brown

translucent white and blue

frozen feet and red cheeks

puddles squishing inside leaking boots

the crisp morning air bit into his face

a grounding carp was swimming

inside a pool of snowmelt

dauntlessly

 

© Matthias Geh, 19th March 2018

 

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