Unspoken rivulets have
a method of escape
through glacial mountain fronts.
Did you know?
A child weighed down by secrets
rejects the closeness you crave
while yearning in tandem.
Seeping through fractured ice,
only to submit to the frost before
reaching you.
In isolation, each fragment of snow
displays recognised beauty, yet
in excess, becomes bothersome.
How much of my coldness could you take?
I, the one shovelled into piles
marked with the filth of summer’s mud
at the edge of our driveway.
Creative Editor
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