Reflections of the Hard

Sky’s tears have returned.
Shadowed figures, wrapped
so as to find warmth and dry,
follow painting hands and count.

Sadness pools on the road
for unfortunate feet to avoid,
Back and forth as before,
Eyes turned to cold ground.

Faces are found in reflections
of the hard black,
Haunting memory and worry
emerging with the day.

Sky’s tears have returned and
threaten to remain,
Reminders of winter’s love
as it endlessly falls.



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