Photo: CA Hawthorne
Snow, don’t go.
As long as there’s cold
we can remain safe inside,
away from a real world trying to die.
It’s not nature we fear,
nor the cold bones too near,
but the selfish voices spewing hate,
sheer masks revealing the ugliness behind.
Nothing compares,
nor is any life prepared,
for the poison that, once released,
remains uncaged till its taken our lives.
©March 2017, Christina Anne Hawthorne
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