The Poetry of Joyce Rempel
Stumbling over truth and beauty, sharing it with words
Sunday, April 28, 2019
Last Gasp
Last Gasp
A weary walk
through a frozen world
raging fire behind the eyes
face stung by tearing wind
winter's last gasp cast
Tomorrow I rise
above this clay
Burst into bloom
~Joyce E. Rempel
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