Frostbitten
A Poem by Laura Moschella
Purpling poppies prayed to the sky
in tingling whispers.
Frosted
in iridescent
shimmering blues,
dripping
into ice,
blanketing the earth
with falling clovers
of blistering
wishes of white.
The icicles entwine their bodies
to the leaves of the powdered tree,
twisting
a tale
of hypnotic
make-believe.
A whimpering wind
sings
through
the cracks of the restless water
trapped beneath a glass
of translucent diamond light,
reflecting in the fragments
of traveling dreams unseen.
A whistle sings from
the wandering shadow,
shivering in the corners of
the glistening sky,
bathing in
somber delight.
Its echo engraves its silvery tune
in the icy wisps
of trembling breaths.
Quivers quake
from the frigid lips bitten
by the blistering wind,
cloaking the sky
in a
ghostly veil
of devilish white—
flakes
soaking the earth,
suffocating
the prayers
that bled
from the petals of
the purpling poppies,
once brimming with
a vibrance of sparkling light,
lay frozen,
still,
in the silence
of the night.
Lauraelayne Moschella is a poet and storyteller inspired by the quiet mystical magic of nature. Much of her writing begins on long walks through her neighboring woods, where she finds a sense of stillness, wonder, and transformation. Her work explores healing, renewal, and honoring both the light and shadow that lives within us all.
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