I dream in silver

In monochrome
Winter depths
In haunting monotonous roar
Of the winter wind
I dream
Of the soughing trees
Their naked form
With fingered branches
Protesting as they are
Bent low
And rain hammers down
On iron clad ground
Like sparks from
The farrier’s steel
On anvil
Made as
Headlamps light
The dark road ahead
A sparkling thread
Perchance I dream
In silver.

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