Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Snow Dreams
Plain white sky
Like hotel sheets
Dull and unexpecting
Business like and taut.
So featureless
Yet promising
Cold, white fluff
Softness incarnate
Deadly and sharp.
Drifting down
And against doors
No pause
No laws
Against this invasion.
I dream of snow;
December’s promise
Solstice frost
The cost
Never too high.
Mabh Savage 