Listen to the snow
falling on spruce boughs
and eyelashes
Feel the cold’s
icy fingers
reach into my chest
like death
looking for a soul
and coming up empty
.
life
a breath in the cold
gone,
and forgotten
but beautiful
.
isn’t that enough?
Advertisements
Sometimes you are quite inspirational. Beautiful
Love ya
Yay! You’re back! I’ve missed your poetry & musings…your writing makes me think and I need that challenge!
Looking forward to whatever is pinging around in your thoughts!