Underground Writers Network Forum Winter's Mercy

Corks lay strewn about As hardwood floors, now creak Blanketed by the burdens Left is his wake   The gentle November sunlight Loiters Descending from dark clouds above Falling, resting against yellow faded blinds   Picture frames, abandoned as the pictures Absorb sparse rays of light Their somber, bitter glow Trapped in aged metallic frame   His tired eyes stumble As shaking hands reach for the blinds Moonlight, falls gently Upon his chest The Torah’s greeting Making acquaintance