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Contributor: Richard Schnap

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I see the grey sky
The overcast mind
Of a tired old man

And the skeletal trees
His withered bones
Trembling in the wind

And the frozen earth
The bed where he lies
With his arctic dreams

And the blanket of snow
The shroud he will wear
Till the next world dawns

For he will be woken
When the songbirds return
From their winter retreat

To dance like a child
As the flowers open
Their faces to the sun

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Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.


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