Thursday, January 1, 2015



Cascading shards lacerate the flesh
Frost filled winds prick the tender eyelids
Fingers turn blue in the frigid air
Nature has cooled its desire for Mankind

Inside four bricked walls we seek our quiet refuge
Comforted by the warmth of a flaming fire
Consoled by a glass of warm red wine
Flanked by a mystified family and a weary four-legged friend

We have become as hermits
Frightened by the consequences of our own deeds
Incapable of managing an obtuse reality
Lingering in the graces of forgetfulness

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

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