December, free verse


Sunday Beyond her window, the world rests Stone still Hushed As snowflakes tumble It’s quiet out there Her eyes look up For a moment Imagines herself a child again Hands raised Twirling, wondering beneath a halo of white While the world stands Stone still Hushed And it is achingly beautiful there.    

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December, heart, hope, love, memoir, poetry

A Softened Moment

in a softened moment under a veil of grey snowflakes tumble tipping my world each flake, a scattered memory a reach across time you, always choosing december to withdraw and return, to withhold and offer up the spoils and riches of a life yet within this silent moment envisioning you near choosing to believe in everlasting […]

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