The sky went grey,
and then the snow.
A cold that
sunk to my soul.
Once there was summer,
the redness of your heart.
Now, a brief touch,
with a winter’s breeze.
Leaving me there.
But my heart is saying
The sky went grey,
and then the snow.
A cold that
sunk to my soul.
Once there was summer,
the redness of your heart.
Now, a brief touch,
with a winter’s breeze.
Leaving me there.
A Wandering Poet 