Winter sun

Saying less

Each word

Wears armour

And quiet on the inside

Like a post-coital evening

The cold bites

But doesn’t break the skin

No matter how hard

It sinks its teeth into me

What time is left

Never wasted

Enjoying the moment

As it arrives

As it passes

Flint walls frame

A hard, bright

Winter sun

I burn with it

Published by MBBlissett

Writer. Working on book-length projects and posting fiction and poetry here. You can find more about me here: Represented by SMART Talent Agency ( I am available for writing projects via my agent, Kelly and I look forward to hearing from you.

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