Hardened Teardrops
There is a sting to winter’s kiss
cold memory reignited
a vision through watery eyes
a mirage of moments blighted
weary tracks of empty snowshoes
thinning lines on crest of hill
swallowed by a cloudless sky
the stinging bite of winter’s chill
crystal tracks of hardened teardrops
frozen on love’s time numbed cheeks
wait in silence as they listen
as love’s windblown distance speaks
John G. Lawless
©1/18/2022
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