Shawn L. Bird

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poem-disembodied February 12, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:46 am
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Trees are ghost outlines,

frost coated.

Far off, along the lake, the train

hoots a melancholy call.

My feet crunch on a path

that was soft yesterday.

I cannot see the sun,

but it is there.

Perhaps things will be brighter

tomorrow?

 

 

One Response to “poem-disembodied”

  1. athousandbitsofpaper Says:
    February 14, 2020 at 12:00 pm

    It’s amazing to think the sun is always there – just beyond the clouds and weather patterns it shines. Parallel ideas – why I love metaphors and nature

    Reply

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