at the edge of winter #poem #poetry

at the edge of winter
bridal chambers cry
roasted chestnuts crack
in the frigid streets
days inside my soul
come and go like ships
broken hearts lament
right at my front door
did i leave you there?

see,
i can’t remember
what i’ve done with you
at the edge of winter
a tree is sick with flu

@short-prose-fiction

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