creeping in again
with sly miniscule steps,
a cold draft
under the door
speechless

draining the sun
I fought hard for,
a dense blanket
of clouds

helpless

manipulating the  lights
that make up my world,
impenetrable fog
on a ruthless advance

frozen

icicles on my heart
winter in my soul

© november child

photo credit: Grant Chatterstone via flickr

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