Alice Cuenca - (!) On Death

A darkening cloud forewarned
of a winter storm advancing.
But even so, oblivious.

'it was a springlike weather
hours ago'.

It's March still. The howling
chill is crystalizing
the thawed snow.

Meters away, is a figure
braving the storm
appears like a blur.

A haze conceals
my undiscerning stare.

What's beyond i disown.
An untimely death
is not a betrayal.

I left my door ajar...

Alice Cuenca

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