The Artist as Winter

Feb 13th, 2014 | By | Category: Fiction

At some point the same raindrops fall so cold
they transform into unique flakes of snow
It takes the soil at the surface
a certain degree of frigidity
before it allows the precipitation to stick around
The grassy lawns stained yellow by the bitterness
and the hibernating trees stand exposed
through short days and long nights, months of defeat
set in no matter the weather outside
The world is at rest below the dark trunk
questioning like a vine of green ivy
clinging onto anything to climb up
reaching for the even filtered sunshine


by Matt Amick

One Comment to “The Artist as Winter”

  1. Tina says:

    Matt you are a very good writer!

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