The Calm of Cold Cobalt 04-02-2010
The orchids sprayed blue pixie dust
despite my warnings of frost
azure covered my latent trust
as the remnants, to the cold, would be lost
I save what cobalt powder I can
then watch a gust carry the rest away
the blooms, sapped dry, wither and wan
clutching my new treasure, I resolve to stay
The first wave of chills hit like a hammer
Freeze me fast to my core
My futile pleas end in a stammer
Choking on quiet, I await for more
The full on blizzard erupts upon me
The answer lies in my clutch of blue
I inhale, lie down, sleep & drift free
Silence determined which way the wind blew
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