Trickle down, sweet January dew
Into the cracks that the window hides
Unlocking her unique tapestries
At once ancient blueprints and brand new
Trickle down, late afternoon mist
Like the grains of sand blasted from the glass
That remember the warmth of days long past
And etch, with heat, as your memories insist
Trickle down, wet winter day
Into the furnace of my soul
Steam and sizzle on the adamant coals
They’ll weep with you as you evaporate
Trickle down, cold January damp
Enrobing the cracks in everything
We will melt whatever ice you bring
But your lacework leaves an enduring stamp
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About the Creator
Violet P. Davies
Words make me feel fulfilled occasionally.
Keep track of me on Insta @purpleproseandposies
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