Thursday, December 22, 2016

from a winter past...


carrying forward connotations of a winter past 
since the verdancy is lost to the whiteout of rogue snowfalls,

we purify, whitewash, spread the lye in outward calibrations 
towards the ficklefixated exponential reveal...

a most presentient congress of pre-raphaelite hues
gather in sodden joy on sidewalks and in garden dirt

why not a kale tree, 
why not sapient moss



winter solstice
seasonal solace
annual stimulus

anno mmxvii 
you are most welcome

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