cold shoulder

as I walk home

in the fading light

the sky is bleeding

crimson drops that spread

through the air

the sun

gripping the horizon

tears a hole through the day

painfully beautiful

the fiery strokes of colour

reflect on and on

in layers of snow covered hills

which I peel away with my eyes

finally our world is reduced to

a december dreamscape

the perfect picture postcard

of a thousand winter images

I longed for as a child

but now adulthood has seized me

a rude reminder

pulled at the neck

with responsibilities and decisions

that I cannot face

the chance to make one

hours before

has slipped through my fingers

like the melting snow

underneath is revealed

the hurt I am still causing

and the two that I am lying to

both her and myself

perhaps my tongue froze

like my icy heart

with no fire like in the sky

to melt my fears into courage

this wintery weather

was unpredictable, unplanned

a random event

just like our beginning

but as the red fades to black

I promise myself

to give our ending meaning

and find sense in this chaos

without freezing you out

or burning your heart

Reviews

[Robin]

gripping images etched across this emotional heartscape , excellent poetry