Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Exhale-- Poetry 2012

Every step forward pulled

frigid temperature into lungs;

warmth exhaled shrinking

frost into liquid state

leaving a clear path that

documented movement.

Every breath in  

lowered body temperature.

Every breath out

chilled cells.

Steps faltered…

muscles locked…

reception closed down;

sitting in consciousness,

spirit radiated outward.

Aware of every drip

falling to earth,

the frost returns

with the last exhale.


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