kōld

kōld

400.00

kōld (cold)
Frost bitten cheeks
Crisp winter air
The world surrounding feels raw
Sheets of ice glaze the trees
Everything is dark to me
Bitter cold wind strikes
Gusts of snow blow by
That's when the sun catches my eye
Radiating warmth
A wink from the sky.
- Emily Minor

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11in x 14in
Ink on wooden panel