Abstract in Rust XXII

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Oh, Winter when will you end
beneath each part of your decay
the memory of a once high Sun
is still painting a cautionary language
of hexagons and spiny veins wading
through highways and ebbing snow

EJR ©

(  I removed my own weak words that I had posted earlier and replaced them with the poetry gifted by Edward Rinaldi in the comments. As always, he’s managed to see with words I was unable to find on my own.  Thank you Edward ♥ )

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4 thoughts on “Abstract in Rust XXII

  1. oh, Winter when will you end

    beneath each part of your decay
    the memory of a once high Sun
    is still painting a cautionary language
    of hexagons and spiny veins wading
    through highways and ebbing snow

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    this piece is joyfully mystical, Diana…with just the right touch of whimsy leafed through the fires of a northern desire for warmer weather…kudos

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