Winter
On this cold, windy Namibian morning, I’m going to do something I have not done in ages… Try my hand at a bit of poetry… Please forgive the rusty mind and cold hand!
Swirling bowls of dust
Cutting corners
Seeping through the smallest crevice
Closing windows
Closing doors
To no avail
The cold is everywhere.
Layers we wear
Thicker than ice bears we walk
Empty mugs of hot chocolate follow us
To no avail
The cold is in us.
Finally
We pile the wood
The house creaks
It warms
‘Sigh’
Warmth has returned.
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Great shot =)
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Beautiful
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