As night arrives
on the wings of ravens
black and unforgiving
winter’s chill settles
in my bones
like broken glass
I retreat
Within my inner sanctum
age creeps slowly
layer upon layer
like the blankets
that surround me
Alone and frail
succumbing to isolation
without a promise of reprieve
burdens carve lines in
once tender skin
I hibernate
Silent voices whisper
words not meant
to be heard
a failure to manifest
truth in the absence of light
as cold winds agitate barren trees
Siphoning memories
of a summer’s day
to evoke pleasure and purpose
and a chance to find inspiration
through these long months
I drift
A bouquet of wildflowers
to bolster my spirits
I stand strong
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prompts: #BeautifulMess, #SWPrompt, #DecemberFalls, #TastyPoem, #SSBD, WordPress Daily Post
Writing and Reflections 
my mother is 92 and getting more frail over these last 2 years and I wish she could read these words and be comforted/inspired by this “song” of yours to accompany the days…
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I’m so touched. Thank you for your kind words. Blessings to you and your mom.
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There’s a certain beauty even in gloominess. Well, I guess that’s what’s called poetry..
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These words are lovely..’winter’s chill settles in my bone like broken glass..’ haunting.
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Thank you!
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you’re welcome!
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