She struggles forward – her head bent low
Buffeted by winds and blowing snow.
Deep drifts and gusts erase her path,
She vainly battles winter's wrath.
Strength is lost with every step.
Finally, there's nothing left.
Laying down her head
On a snowy bed
So soft and deep
Inviting sleep.
2019
(From the book Discoveries In The Dark by Doris Potter)
© Doris Potter
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