11/10

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11/10

 

It's almost December again

with winds like yawning angels

half frozen

lethargic

petulant

 

knowing that when the snow

breaks earthly bounds

they are as

invisible as air

 

chasing each other

through drifts of falling ice

unobserved

 

November is closing

and her arms

fold into themselves

gathering what warmth remains

like depression coal

 

watching with lidded eyes

for the yawning angels

who stir the breeze

and dance

unnoticed

in the snow.

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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