Soul's winter echoing mother nature's. Gorgeous, Connie.

I try to peel the cast of winter from my face 
and breathe the diaphanous air translucent, 
full of promise, etched in grace, exhaling in the moment, 
my crinkled lashes caked golden like the memories I own,
nestled in my igloo feeling safe and warm, 
as I bury my embedded thoughts 
so deep and dark inside
the womb of winter’s snowy night.
A Snowy Night
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Connie Song
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Feb 24, 2021
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Soul's winter echoing mother nature's. Gorgeous, Connie.
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Written by Jenine Bsharah Baines3K Followers
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J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
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