“ Winters ” ~ white toll ~


Spilling from the sky,

Snowflakes falling

On a dying autumn,

Means hide traces

To render fall faceless

In a snow blanket pall,

Hiding dead places

Of fall’s grey sprawl,

This season suffers

With architect of cold,

Be Jack Frost’s hold

Of long enduring nights,

Held winter’s white toll!

 

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“ Distant Faces ” ~ etched on my mind ~

 

There are traces

Of distant faces,

Forever etched

On my mind,

Hence to adorn

A place of musing,

Till memory falters

And falls beyond

Images altered,

When one’s recall

Will scarcely note

The fading traces,

As the road bends

To where life ends,

Which for all men

Be the distant face,

Of an unknown place!