Tag Archives: cold
Winterweary
Winterweary bones know nothing but the chill of another year beginning, when everyone knows the last one is still clinging like last year’s dead blossoms on the skeleton of a magnolia, keeping the new blooms from being able to breathe.
The Next Morning
After the longest night of the year, we waited quietly for the morning to come. We held hands and sang lowly, in the cold, our breath mingling in frosty fog. We did not know the world had passed us by, … Continue reading
I was cold then
I haven’t been this cold since the time I died, and you didn’t want to be near me. My eyes were still open, and you said it was creepy, and you wished you’d had someone shut them for you, because … Continue reading
Sensing Autumn
Seasons darken and come round again to this dark time, where the candles come out, and all round are spectres of the past, of what might have been, of cold drafts and dark thoughts and an inability to get and … Continue reading