Can’t feel the sting of winter cold
or see the snowflakes start to fall
warm and well inside my walls
I think of you and wish to call
I know better you’re not there
I guess you never really were
like snow that drifts a silent blur
moved on from me and onto her.
Emily C. Poésie © 2018
NatureVerse 142
Photo: C.F. Nystedt
