Dec 2011
Snow falls
like the first snow,
silently.
The air is close.
A stand of
skeleton trees --
brances adorned
with white.
A snowflake
touches
my cheek:
cold kisses from
a cold Romance.
Snow falls...
like the first snow,
silently.
The air is close.
A stand of
skeleton trees --
brances adorned
with white.
A snowflake
touches
my cheek:
cold kisses from
a cold Romance.
Snow falls...
