in the frost – 5

a fresh snow-blanket on the ground, 
a blanket of wool around her knees, 
the music that she loves the best, 
a slower night to be at ease -- 

and yet the sunset seems but gray, 
the night seems lost in ache, regret:  
her love has gone, he's gone away 
to someplace she can't follow 


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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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