We own the place… right?
Love lost
Hidden
wounds
living time
beneath the
insecure reach
that trades touch for protection
Chill
A Great Lakes second winter comes with a chill
as leaves skip and fly across hop scotched grass
with the whistle of ones waving from the tree top
swinging between sun and shade
in want of spring’s rebirth
so full and drunk with salvation
Blending
Lost in the colors
of neighbors with barren views
desperate
everyone blending
searching
for a place called home
Froze
Future unknown
Trapped in silence
a work-until-death view
of life suspended
Froze.
Bleak Midwinter
Unseen
Life moves beyond the time of a single life
no longer seen or known or heard
aware no one is aware
the hundreds of heart beats pound in fear
so small
so alone
to catch your eye if you dare
Chill
Bone cold
shiver
wanting a way to warm
forgotten
drafty doors but solid walls
shaken
within the embers burned
Epiphany
Words divide the sides,
felt and heard without soul or face.
Life though breathes
embodied now
Epiphany
traveled in foreign lands
beyond lines and limits
under stars out of reach
while love divine walks close.
Christmas Angel… saving 2020
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