gates ajar





strolling, falling
in a street frozen
shoulders shivering

garden gates ajar
scents of blooming
thorns touching skin

cold warnings
tears as ice
descending, breaking

down into fragrance
you untouchable
as winter pulls me under





Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-05-16 at 18:28

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Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
... until summer sets me free. Yet sadly it is not long now until 21 June! Let's enjoy the light and warmth until the winter takes care of itself.
2007-05-17


Rob Graber
Suddenly the warm day doesn't feel so warm
... effectively chilly! Brrr....
2007-05-16