Cold Snap

A frozen river
of low grinding sound

plays out across
the curry brown hills,

wandering like Orpheus.
Sunlight, shade, sunlight.

Cold Snap was first published by One Sentence Poems.

One response to “Cold Snap

  1. Glad you like my blog and have decided to follow it. Enjoyed this poem of yours. I could do without cold snaps, but alas, they occur where I live as well.

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