...Snow Shadows... poetry by Carole Anzolletti

I hear the desperation

quietly creeping like a shadow

through millions of white snowflakes

I hear death in the voice

that tried so hard to get me

to see cold weather

as the enemy

I hear the discouraging tone

the doubtful anxiety

the trembling sound

of her plea




Whispers of the Goddess by Carole Anzolletti 2009

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