Apr/May 2017 Poetry |
Photographic image © 2017 Stuart Gelzer
Snow Falling
We sit on the couch wrapped in a blanket
Not enough money for winter electric bills.His cold hands touch my cheeks—
Our eyes speak a language
Of closeness so truthful it is
Balm for years of hurt.I try not to disappoint those
Who define my world.In winter, I stray.
I am snow letting go from
Trees—Loud.