© Shainbird

© Shainbird

Frost bitten thoughts
Numb consciousness,
Breath slips into cold,
Survival of the fittest
In spirit, precipitating
Justice and hope new,
Yet to take shape, place
In forming truth, beauty.

Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.


About Shainbird

"A lonely craftsman putting one word after another."
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8 Responses to Rimes

  1. Bastet says:

    Love your photo…it fits well with the poem: frost bitten thoughts…good!

  2. Jeff Nguyen says:

    Powerful in it’s simplicity.

  3. Lovely…words and photo 🙂 cheers!

  4. Rob says:

    Photo and poem are both beautiful!

    I have nominated you for an award. I love your blog, so I thought I would show you a little blog love. Feel free to accept the award – you are very deserving! However, if you don’t wish to participate, that’s okay, too 🙂

    • Shainbird says:

      Robin, thank you! I have just stumbled upon this late and I am honored. Your presence here is my greatest award. I have made a friend in you by your own blog that is full of wisdom, joy and love for all humans, animals and nature and everything in-between. Thank you!

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