Wednesday, December 30, 2015




I don’t know how you do it
Achieve such warmth
Such chilliness
In one sentiment
Divide me into hope
And despair
With one casual greeting
Make me soar
And crash down
In one breath
I left my heart
For your safekeeping
But it’s come back home
Weary and forlorn
We unpack it’s little bags
And carefully sort and fold
The lessons learned




Sara Mathews     December 2015

2 comments:

  1. Whispers of summer sagas
    Below the glass
    Wait for winter messages
    Black is the ice!
    See the past
    Be present
    On top
    Circle trout
    Bubble, bubbles
    Holding Summer's secrets

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