
words can be so heavy
words can be so heavy
the cold clung to everything,
except our beating hearts
when she looked away, it was through a landscape of past futures
taking some time away…
see you in a week or so–
be safe and happy
seeing everything traced in frost, gives one the courage to welcome the changing seasons
if autumn were a woman,
she’d wear long flowing coats
and have greying amber hair
that would billow loosly out of a worn felt hat
you fell into my path
and I carried you to safety