Twilight
in purple curls
of unparalleled clouds,
Cherished
pine trees of a
Merry Christmas,
Chimes
hanging above
my front door.
All
these things have
come and gone.
The
truth is we have
the same world.
2016
Twilight
in purple curls
of unparalleled clouds,
Cherished
pine trees of a
Merry Christmas,
Chimes
hanging above
my front door.
All
these things have
come and gone.
The
truth is we have
the same world.
2016
I was doing good until I heard the “chimes at the front door”. Chester, you got me again. Lovely.
Thanks Denise. Sometimes the things we write impress other readers. I’m glad that sometimes I get your attention with the poems that I write 🙂