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Icy despair grips the landscape

  • Writer: dawn138
    dawn138
  • Dec 11, 2020
  • 1 min read

Updated: Nov 19, 2021



Icy despair

Grips the landscape.

The once refreshing

White expanses

Are now dreary:

Endless uniformity,

All hint of texture

Or colour

Long buried

Under the glacial grasp.


Always winter

And never Christmas.


But then

Unheard as yet

By human ears

As soft

As a downy feather

The almost silent splash

Of tiniest melted snowflake.

We do not know it yet

But Aslan

Is on the move.


Poem by Jeannie Kendall, reproduced with permission

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