Silent Wind is Thinning

Written By Dawn Charles

“Untitled” by Clara Coukell

Silent Wind is Thinning by Roxanne Thompson

Fiery colors melt above me

And I am not yet home

And by the time I am up

The sun still hides

The cold consumes our bodies

Creeping through our goose-bumped arms

Into our bones and eyes

And our morals

I left my youth at the river

Now frozen over

But I know come spring

My joy will thaw

And run again

Dawn Charles
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