Dead of Winter
A Poem
Published in
Jan 14, 2023
In the dead of winter
the desert
is dry
parched
not yet ready to renew
It must whither
and die
a desolate
lonely death
In the dead of winter
the desert
is dry
parched
not yet ready to renew
It must whither
and die
a desolate
lonely death
writing, traveling, living my life after healing from an incurable disease with medicinal plants of the Amazon jungle// psychotherapist at www.lynnenardizzi.com