winter ghost

i am a ghost in grey wool,

trying to warm my fingertips.

at your fire

in the winter

we spread and sank

featherlike

in a cover of sleep.

love

that only lasted

for the weak.

in this one reprieve

give me a reason

to believe.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

a friendship may last for a week, sputtering out on the cooling coals of our shortcomings, but love is who we are... as sure as there is light in the darkness, there is peace in that knowledge ...

[Emily B]

such a cold wind blows through our lives sometimes . . . but there are moments of true warmth

thanks for reminding me

[deeps]

I can feel the emotion you have penned in here. Wonderful write.