all the roads are made of snow

the snow took hold of me
like a lofty cotton blanket
it's just that all
the lights that live inside
a city could not touch my cavernous
heart.
i'm walking home in shanghai
and my grandfather would have
stayed up late
for me.

Reviews

[Neville]

You just wrote another little masterpiece Circe, incredibly atmospheric and it made me shiver too...All Good Things my extraordinarily fine literary friend... N

[Desert Rose]

Cold, Desolation, Sadness & Beauty..
what more does anyone want?
Good work!

[Gaia Octavia]

I really like the sense of quiet longing this piece evokes. Great imagery too. Well done.

[M.E.Lyle]

This seems a bit melancholy. The glimmering lights of the city can't fill the void left by the absence of your grandfather.
You have a unique style that is pleasant to read.

[Relic]

Your grandfather wouldn't have known just how far your journey might be. The length of an ocean can lie under those freezing clouds for some of us.

[alifeacoustic]

Very nice piece. the journey ahead, arduous, the knowledge that someone is waiting for you, paints a very descriptive picture of you walk. Thank you for sharing.