SASKATCHEWAN
The hazy flatness of the winter prairies
Stares back at me
With it's forever blank, unblinking eyes,
A collage all in white
Pretending, in it's austere coldness,
The innocence of virginity.
Even the moon,
Defying the faint tinge of blue and pink
Breaking the horizon in mid-morning,
Dares show it's pallid face.
Laughing with me at the country,
And those who build their fairytale lives
On rainbows,
That don't exist.
~ © Drifter ~
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