Cold Sursurration

Startling silence
after a three-day storm –

minus-sixteen and everything
settled and smooth,

snow resting
like a kind of truce

or like the moment
of sleep-slipping

after hard loving on
silken-white skin.

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Published by

Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner

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