Category: poetry

Is this a cup I see before me?it’s froth doth overflow.I fear these sullied clouded skieshang pendulous with snow.Those winter warmers prick the skin.My tingling fingers feel,a discontented pang of guilt.Cried thoughts cut so surreal.Atop my vantage point observea field of oil and tin.Combust the dreams of ancient life.This winter WILL begin. →