Winter Again
Summer passed in
pieces of sepia-toned
pictures.
Her face shined
with gold stolen
from the sun.
I suppose
it was ironic
that I was never in
any of the photos.
I was winter again.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Winter Again
Summer passed in
pieces of sepia-toned
pictures.
Her face shined
with gold stolen
from the sun.
I suppose
it was ironic
that I was never in
any of the photos.
I was winter again.