COLD by Ross Vassilev

bony trees
and cold air
and the sun
a smoldering

i don’t mind
the cold or
the empty

comfort in

in my white
breath among
dark closed

i think of
the sun
going down

of the hare
and the

of sparrows
chirping on
a quiet ledge.


2 Responses to “COLD by Ross Vassilev”

  1. alan catlin Says:

    Hey Ross-Good piece. Been trying to send stuff to Opium. Bounced from both addresses listed on the web site. Are you still taking stuff? new address. Is my machine possessed? alan

  2. howie good Says:

    great last stanza, retrospectively raising the level of the entire poem.

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