Winter Window
UNITED STATES12POEM
Freja
2/1/20251 min read
Frost draws forests
across the window.
By noon, every branch melts.
No one mourns the vanished picture
because another may appear tomorrow.
The cold is an artist
who never signs her work.
UNITED STATES12POEM
Freja
2/1/20251 min read
Frost draws forests
across the window.
By noon, every branch melts.
No one mourns the vanished picture
because another may appear tomorrow.
The cold is an artist
who never signs her work.