When your horizon is burdened
With cold steel clouds,
And winds hurling harsh water-
Remember the sun will still burn
Just behind the veil,
Long after your light fades.
Poetry. Photography. Thoughts On The Way Of Things.
When your horizon is burdened
With cold steel clouds,
And winds hurling harsh water-
Remember the sun will still burn
Just behind the veil,
Long after your light fades.
Autumn taps against the window
Cold grey and deep earth beyond
the etched glass.
Nothing for us there.
But here, warm
Our breath
Vapor like clouds
Let’s stay inside
And let the world drown in grey.