Dark Poetry: Winter Solitude

  Winter Solitude ——————————- Alas, there was a barren crossroad, or perhaps crossfigured, in denial of where it shall meet. But then, there were the lonely trees – those too, barren. Its leaves stolen from an irate wind that left frigid ice in its place. Barren crossroads. Naked trees. Tis it all seemed too muchContinue reading “Dark Poetry: Winter Solitude”