Scattered

Scattered beneath the cover of darkness 
when the world is a slumbering 
Are the ripening seeds of an incipient cold 
characterising the age 
of an austere wintertide 

Sprouting amid kingdoms of night 
in the tenebrous realms 
To the north of an infinite scape 

Where the great winds convene 
their dreams for to realise

In a world of ice mountains 
cold and dazzling white 
Hard as the piercing rays 
searing the hour
of a winter’s sunrise

While the vernal skies
weep myriad flakes of snow 
in a shower of lachrymose lament 
That dapple the spectral breath
of an early morning mist
As it turns to a crisp gauze
brittle as a hibernal morn 
and blankets the dormant land 
In the frosted shroud of a silent desolation 
~ d.a.simpson ~


Image: AlainAudet on Pixabay 

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