Temperature of the Soul

Paralyzing chill brought snow squalls 

straight into her soul.  Sounds, foreign,

page from handmade book by Suzanne Coley 

and unspeakable, formed cyan symphonies
in places she couldn't see. Vibrating memories,
an emotional blizzard.  Deep, low pitched

screams.  Defrosted time.
Pressure waves of the soul.

*Poetry & image from handmade C-Book by Suzanne Coley, February 18, 2015