Ten winters ago,
I could touch music,
painting in words,
breathe life into poems.
Ten winters ago,
I was with my soul,
reaching back in time,
’til you whisper to me once more.
Ten winters ago
September 19th, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink
last snow in spring
March 12th, 2009 § 0 comments § permalink
why am I always wrong?
for all my attempts are never enough,
a patch of snow in early spring.