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As tundras tell tales with miles of frozen history...

By Kris LelielPublished about a year ago 1 min read
Photo by Oliver Roos on Unsplash

Winter; cathartic

silencer of life,

essential to every cycle,

braided in every season,

but the only one floating

between endings and beginnings.

Yule blessings; gifted

magical merriment painted

on an icy, blank canvas

crunching beneath

hard and careful steps

into the unknown and

introspection framed by

blizzards and stillness.

Frosted wakes; funerals

for the flora, fauna,

and foresight.

As tundras tell tales

with miles of frozen history,

we inhale the harshness

our ancestors knew

with our nipped and dripping noses.

Crystalized; fragmented

designs harken intimacy

in every free-flying flake,

every layer of sublime frost,

every mesmerized gaze,

every silent reaping of

nature’s souls.


mirroring life

with death’s breath.

surreal poetrynature poetry

About the Creator

Kris Leliel

Kris Leliel is a strange writer who posts about the occult and spirituality, goth stuff, horror, creative writing, mental health, and her own creative ventures. She has a Masters in Liberal Studies and a BA in English & Psychology.

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Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!

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  • Rob Angeli10 months ago

    Great writing, fine tuned and musical. IO Saturnalia!

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