white out

his wild work attacks

as the north wind’s masonry

mounts stone by stone

over the hidden thorn

at the garden’s end

all friends are shut out

as snow covers all

making us again isolated

from the day’s toils

a time for reflection

a time to clear one’s mind

x

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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