as sudden as sunset
the sadness descends
with old blood weight
on the pristine of snow
she shifts inside, sighs
finger draws the frosted panes
as sudden as sunset
the sadness descends
with old blood weight
on the pristine of snow
she shifts inside, sighs
finger draws the frosted panes
7 responses to “sudden as sunset”
I know this. Sinking without warning is ever a possibility. And yet the creative out pourings that often result…
When we do not embrace our melancholy, we risk muting our muses.
This is true!
and still beneath the glass
a pulse remembers warmth
breath fogs the cold for a moment
a small defiance
what settles does not stay forever
even frost learns the shape of hands
Beautiful. Thanks Jenn. 💕
My pleasure, always 💕
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