Engulfed by what the wind blew in,

she shudders in her sleep;

talons of the purest ice

carve memories so deep

they wrap her in a snowy grave,

where dreams become her days;

her heart cries foul, she prays for hope,

and waits for Summer’s rays.

9 comments on “Engulfed

  1. Melody, your winter poems and pictures are so lovely, that I’m chomping at the bit for snow, now! But I, too, wait “for Summer’s rays” in more ways than one. We had a snow tease the other morning… but it turned to rain before it could paint the ground white!
    Blessings ~ Wendy

  2. Debbie says:

    I love the part where her heart cries foul! ๐Ÿ™‚ We have a ways to go for those summer rays, don’t we? Well, at least we have your beautiful poetry to keep us warm and remembering!

  3. Caddo Veil says:

    This is a “hmmm” one for me, so I probably should just leave it at that. Beautiful images–verse and photo!!

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