CRISP DESOLATE STILL

crisp desolate still.
Wind brings the earth
to life

raining down on reflective vibrations

silence gives word to internal calmness.
Scraping away the death of nature onto
man’s creation.

the world looks at peace upside down and twisted.

Touch vanishes another reality onto my hand,
and I am cold.

- Jameson Hutton

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