Sleepers

Endless white
and still, so still.
The sleepers are
dreaming beneath
a crust of
frozen crystals.
No warmth to
hold and melt
their efforts.
Still, so still
and endless white,
waiting for warmer
days to uncover
what lies beneath.

Poem by Ursula Tillmann

Sleepers

Ursula Tillmann

Canmore, Canada

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Poems of the land – winter in Canada

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