Cold Frames

by Sunshine   Sep 19, 2020


It was a fierce short summer.

A ripe trunk had died.

So maybe dig me another hole into spring,
in case you passed by my winter house.
I could, perhaps, watch the unfortunate seeds
as they rise,
or fall
onto piles of dry roots
that ceaselessly ooze outside my cold window.

    report violation
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  • 11 months ago

    by Robert Gardiner

    Resplendent Write!!!

  • 4 years ago

    by Star

    This is sooooooooooo deep, and every time I read it it gives me chill. The First two lines are veryyyyy powerful, i cant believe that a short poem like this could say so much!!

  • 4 years ago

    by Aegis

    Ooh I very much enjoyed this one Rania! It reminds me of the upcoming spooky season I love so much<3

  • 4 years ago

    by Skyfire

    This is great imagery!

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