The mountain ground is covered in snow,
Settled after winds of night-long throes;
It is empty, with no one else around
And even the brook makes little sound.
Yesterday, dotting the white fur floor,
Were markings of a human shore
Created in time from a child’s foot,
A border of snow, bewitched in soot.
Below this winter realm, the city lies
In chaos beneath our cloudy skies.
The woods are cold, but the storm has passed;
On molten earth, we scream aghast.
Written for dVerse with a theme of "Peace." Today's poetics was graciously hosted by Mary.
Year:
2013
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