- poetryforlifeforever
Winter
They say winter is the coldest
no telling the temperature
so stay away
Winter now, white snow
with biting air
my hands being sawed
Scarfed like a mummy
i walk about
for today's errands
Wooden faces i see
some ruddier than others
eyes chiseled
Feels like the cold
is drunk with blood
can't see its blade
But, you can feel it
underneath the white
buried.

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