he arrives at dusk
fearless of nightfall
holding / space
between sun-starved winter days
and fate of sleepless nights
time flakes, falls like snow
boundaries of worlds weaken
I soak in tints of twilight
de-icing darker thoughts
they melt in the glow
of scarlet feathers
For dVerse Poets Pub.
It is my pleasure to be your host for Quadrille Monday as we share poems of 44 words.
The given word is “ice” or a derivative.
Doors open at 3 p.m. EST
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