MY PLACE – POETRY , AFFIRMATIONS & MORE

Leaves swirled as autumns’ breath crystallized and taunted me to adjust my warm woolen coil
The trees outside scarily waving one or two yellow leafs now depleted of what once was green
I quivered as crystals shimmered down from above; new fallen snow glistened in the dark

The days so very brief, heavy low clouds reflect the early dark
Absence of sun I yearn for an end to each seasons coil
Begging the trees to renew and announce spring with a hint of virginal green

I long for those days when I could sit comforted on a bed of warm earthy green
Light fills my heart as I dream of the long days that shorten the dark
Yet reminded of the cold with the hum and warm air blowing from my furnace coil

I twist and coil under my green down filled blanket.Closing my eyes I welcome no light as I slip quietly into the dark.

Written by: Corrina Leblond
My hand at writing a Tritina

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