Rideau Canal, Ottawa City @ Grace
I.
red-skinned or paler than sky
my tongue is a serpent,
my bones, softer than sands
but you will never see my face
II.
in the aftermath of winter storm
& howling winds, carved still by
northern sky, i turn into an old woman,
but you will never see me weep
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Riddles ~ Thanks for the visit ~
