heavy laden is the snow
curled on darken limb.
nocturnal owl nesting
carcass curls among chilled eggs.
morning sky, awaits curl of color
along horizon as distant train hoots.
heavy are my eyes, body curling
between swirls of blankets.
2016 slipped by with little poetry for me, maybe 2017 will inspire the poet curled away. I’m linking to dverse where curls are coming up in quadrilles