I Drink the Bitter Juice (Found Word Poem)
The year end pounding in my head,
I drink the bitter juice and watch the sun warm the bare branches.
The wind blows gently but cold envelops.
Compassion.
You don't see through the sweetness.
Comfort it is not.
Holy disruptions and shadows deepen.
Receive, soft friend.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2020
I drink the bitter juice and watch the sun warm the bare branches.
The wind blows gently but cold envelops.
Compassion.
You don't see through the sweetness.
Comfort it is not.
Holy disruptions and shadows deepen.
Receive, soft friend.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2020
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