So Cold

Posted on August 13, 2018 by GinasCaravan

Go to sleep and hope for the snow.

Wake up late and find a storm.

It’s just the beginning, the men are dead in the fields.

Horses came through, but none drew near.

Valkyrie wings close down; plunging and swooping the bloodied earth.

Clawing and clenching some off the field, the rest were left to feed the ground.

Category: Psycho-Therapy & Other WritingsTags: cold, depression, new poetry, new York, photography, poetry, Rochester, story, travel photography, valkyrie, winter

2 Comments on “So Cold”

peter morgan
August 13, 2018

This is awesome!!!
If Daniel wasn’t such a wreck and I knew u’d never he it I’d say you should have her paint it!!
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- GinasCaravan
  August 13, 2018
  
  No kidding! I wish I could draw!!!
  
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