Riddle of the Two Kin
One races the ridge
in a full coat of weather,
glinting as it moves.
One waits on ice
bare as dawn,
set neat for the table.
Which is the naked one,
which is the dressed—
the runner in its living jacket,
or the quiet figure
with nothing left to shed?
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Love it! A fave
Cryptic this one intrigues me. I imagine clouds with flashes of lightning, I see a frozen pond, maybe a leafless tree and I have always thought of winter as naked but maybe not with a coat of snow and ice. A fave
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