Winter’s Touch

Roots outstretched under grass
And soil and pavement;
You always had your footing

Snow and ice came with a vengeance
Selfishly taking possession;
Reclaiming your earth

Prying open
Your tight relentless grip
Little by little

Frigid knuckles
And blue fingertips
Keep your mind from wandering
To the land of better things
Or anything but this

Your petals stop fluttering
With the warm autumn breeze
But drop to the harsh frozen dirt
Blanketed by shards of glass
Ready to slice you open

You’re losing your grip
Your warmth
Your faith
Winter’s always been
A thief of certainty

Don’t let it take you too

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About savannahlyn

I write to articulate what my tongue cannot
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