Snowbound

shackbound poet
ink pens frozen
and useless
outside small windows
falling snow
fills all space
from sea to sky

small drift on rug
beside the door
gaps in this shack
for poems to get out

poet snowbound in shack
but not stuck
poems falling through his mind
so many snowflakes from above

Reach out and touch someone....

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