sounding in the cold – a poem

sounding in the cold – a poem

[from a second wave – poetry]

how could you not hear my call
and the passion i pour out nightly
how long will it take for you to arrive
the winter has come again
snows are not far behind
and i dread the bone dead cold
the ache i know will come
in the night, without you


image: caitlin in the mushroom, dave gingrich, creative commons usage

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