The Moment a Heartbeat Shifts Trice

[aesop_image imgwidth=”850px” img=”https://wordsmithholler.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/3054775751_411ebc3ea7_o.jpg” credit=”Michael S. Sommermeyer” align=”left” lightbox=”on” captionposition=”left” revealfx=”off”] Snow dusting the crest of Mount Tom, Patches of orange and brown balm, Cold air smell of jet metal-cased gneiss, The moment a heartbeat shifts trice. Clouds roll over the summit peak, Dark anger of winter mystique, A chill of slushy snow and ice, The moment a heartbeat shifts trice. Skew angle of silvery rock, Makes way for a white aftershock, Of wind breath’s plunging sacrifice, The moment a…

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