ALLEGORY

The sooty snow
blankets the fields
blowing like
a still ocean
off the precipice
of the horizon.

The clouds
of ash tinged cotton
hug the earth
a blanket
under which all life
finds refuge
from the ghosts
of winter.

To the wanderer
which the cave mouth
which the cave?

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