a sense of snow


we didn’t know
it was the last kiss,
just that the sky
was turning
to slate and steel,
churning in its own
darkening skin.



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2 Responses to a sense of snow

  1. ihatepoetry says:

    Such foreboding. Excellent! Happy Thanksgiving.

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