empty picnic table
covered in snow
remembers a time
she wasn’t alone
winter tire tracks
long in the night
ending nowhere
endless streetlights
the coldest days
spent white and alone
frozen promises
fill up your home
empty picnic table
covered in snow
remembers a time
she wasn’t alone
winter tire tracks
long in the night
ending nowhere
endless streetlights
the coldest days
spent white and alone
frozen promises
fill up your home
Talking to the Clouds 
That’s tremendous, where did the photo come from: it goes so well with the words.
I took the photo out in front of my house last night…
Aaaah – so did the words come first and “commission” the photo, the other way round – or neither of the above 🙂
Bleak
that’s what I was going for…pretty much how I feel 😦
It felt as if it was so. I hope it passes, as I am sure it will. Such a flame haired summer beauty cannot be locked in winter forever
Very bleak and contemplative…..winters lonely soul
yes, and thank you for your comments…
The cold is so palpable it almost hurt me physically. You captured the heaviness and wrote character on it.
Thank you. I’m glad I was able to convey what I was feeling.
aloha Sarah. i like the relationship you develop between your words and your image. altho the tone or your words is sombre i’d take that ability to relate well as a great positive. – aloha
Thank you very much, and thanks for stopping by.
Yea alone, wondering long nights, sad, dull, colorless remembering past experiences, woe the sense of sadness is so great, it’s palpable.
yes, those nights are difficult…thanks for reading my poem
Love this!
thank you!