as winter will
with bare bone skies
and catacomb chill.
At night we huddle
by the fire, clinging
one to one –
and try not to think
how far we’ve wandered
from the sun.
An old one, pulled out and reconsitituted for the Thursday Think Tank # 74 - Winter, at Poets United!
7 comments:
When the golden orb is not visable - look for the smile of loved ones.
ready for winter,
wow.
:)
it is wise trying not to think how far we've wandered from the Sun.
Thanks for reading guys. Stay warm!
Hidden depths here methinks.
Watch your step!
I love
bare bone skies
Thanks for reading all!
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