A day of cold,
And I’m chilled to my bones.
Every rafter of my snow-shocked brain
Tinkles with pinnacles of frost:
Glass too cold to touch,
Each lobe a frosty forest
Except the most inner alcove:
My secret mind-garden
The doors are shut and bolted
Working to keep out the winter cold.
This inner world is a place I go to dream
Like a little bird safe in its nest
When my mind is troubled
It is here I go to rest.
Hello, I am the author of an ongoing poetry collection here on Image Curve, and I recently published an eBook called “Em”. It’s a picture book for kids that I also illustrated. Click here to get your copy on Amazon:
buy Lëaf Ednïwinga’s book on amazon: Em: A Picture-Book Fable
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photograph by Roxanne Desgagnés