Mid-Winter Bleak
written by: James Gabriel
@James_Gabriel1
We leave the village.
Away from the children
skating.
The sounds of hammers
repairing roofs
damaged by the blizzard.
The church bells
ringing.
All fade.
Snow fall returns.
The mountains ahead
a blur.
Cold fills our lungs.
My shirt begins
to chafe
under the layers
of clothing.
Flakes catch my beard.
Now melting, waiting
until they will rest
carefully,
like a robin
resting on the
edge of a branch.
I hear the snow,
crunching underfoot.
The dogs are restless,
their breath like
darts of smoke.
The memory of
home fire a distant
ache that plays a cruel
trick on my skin.
A shadow passes
overhead.
A crow.
Born and raised in Los Angeles, California. James Gabriel is new to poetry. Inspired by the small moments in life that add up to who we are as people.
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