Let the snow come Let it come, let it Cover me like the cotton of The shroud my sister wore the Last time we Tucked her in… Read more “snow”
Month: November 2017
cold
There are things that cannot be forgotten about the cold. I have always, always been cold. Frozen fingertips and numb knuckles knocking at locked doors because the… Read more “cold”
Streams
Water drips, I Step out of the shower my Shoulders clothed in cotton, A towel My hair cascades with Water, sending Beads of moisture down my exposed… Read more “Streams”