Wednesday, November 18, 2009
My face is warmed by summer…
There is a chill about my feet.
A dampness invades my soul and heart,
As winter and sunset meet.
The feeling of isolation starts,
An emptiness of the heart,
The touch of cold slab solitude,
As summer sun and warmth depart.
The first freeze in the night time
Cracks my heart in two and wide.
The stars appear much clearer,
As the sun and moon collide.