The Grasp of Winter
Light reflecting off a shard
an exploding stellar nebula.
I still search for a guiding light.
inflections from rainbows behest
inspiration or an embryonic memory.
the guiding light flickers.
casting shadowed thoughts
from the nights infernal quarks.
the guiding light...a dull orb.
In the dark flavor of winter's solstice
gnawing at the depth of sanity within.
bare trees permeate the landscape
cabin fever reeks of black and white.
piles of fodder litter the hills.
A light reflects off a shard
an exploding stellar nebula.
twinkles in a foggy pallid haze
an albino raven lands
upon the bare branch.
winter's grip devours
a warm guiding light.
White Raven -- Brady Lee
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