bleak sufficient

bleak

frosty moan
hard as iron
a stone
snow on snow,
on snow,

bleak

long ago?

God cannot hold,
nor earth.

flee away
When He comes!

bleak
sufficed

Enough
night and day,
milk
and hay;

adore.

What can I give,
Poor?

I would bring…
do my part…

what can I give?

my heart.

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This entry is a bit of erasure poetry in two different formats using the text of Christina Rosetti’s “In The Bleak Midwinter“.

I like it. Hope you enjoy.