Falling Snow
30/01/2014 12 Comments
A strange subject this one, inspired by a picture I saw while in London today. Hope you like it.
We sit reflected
In the window, our silence
As the
Falling
Snow;
Your lips in pregnancy
With words
Not brave enough
To flow.
The coffee black on
Table spilled, drips down
Upon
The
Floor;
And in your eyes
The message clear
A heart loves me
No more.
This wintered season
Bleak and cold, causes
Temperature
To
Fall;
But nought in winter’s
Heralding, chills
Bone as loves
Recall.
Remembering the
Nights before, the times
You lay
Me
Down;
But now the potency
Once felt
In bitterness is
Drowned.
And as cascading
Snowflakes drift and
Shower
From
Above;
I’ll hold to hope that
Summers rise
May still rekindle
Love.