long walk

december breaths

     stop short -

     shallow and frozen,

                    shattered on the ground...

          small ponds of melted intention

               abandoned

                    in puddles,

                         salt-stuck to our     

                         soles

Reviews

[Wendy G.]

Short and sweet - just enough to create the scene and then leaves you in it. Love it! I just came back to this site after a very long hiatus - years - and I am glad I stumbled upon your work! I look forward to reading more.