Winter, 2013 |
SHE IS ONLY SLEEPING
Being on the edge of winter
feels like Death looking
over my shoulder - I dread it's coming.
But when I turn around to face it,
I see only a silent old man,
his pockets full of sand
for Mother Nature's
sweet sleep.
© Anita Hohl 2014
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