Winter of Our DiscontentA Poem by Kelly Scheppers...of love lostWinter of our Discontent
Winter just wasn’t our season. After sorting through a mass collection of Zeppelin albums and a flash drive of wedded bliss, we said goodbye.
Goodbye to twenty plus years of family reunions and Christmas traditions, to crisp November mornings of breakfast in bed with three cats at our feet and a house with no mortgage. What’s yours what’s mine now lies dissected in a dichotomy of cardboard boxes,
categorically defined like the high thread count of sheets.
© 2018 Kelly ScheppersAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorKelly ScheppersSan Diego, CAAboutI was never a pearl kind of girl... always wore jeans with holes in the knees. more..Writing
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