The Window

A million flakes have fallen.
First light seeps through a dim lens
And beckons us to look out.
We measure, with our eyes,
The layers of disguise
That bury deep a world we had known.

Accumulation rises
The bleakness brings out color
As winter walls us in.
Kettles steam and embers glow
Within our homely hole
Where loving arms embrace against the cold.

© Jeremiah and Antonia Dowling 2014


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About Jeremiah Dowling

I write poetry and take crazy pictures in an Orange Chair all over the United States while reading amazing books.

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