Cabin Dreams (unfinished)
Never remember times long gone dry
iced lips
chapped and chattered teeth
in a winter's cabin holding you beneath the snow
love flows from wood ring
to sing song sounds of birds in trees overhead
snow melting on the patio
stillness down below where the water drips lightly
echoing the cold
hands wrap gloves around faces curvature
kissing lips under mother natures blankets
as the sunlight awakes the Earths patrons below
and this is how we'll go....
© Valerie Long
Beautiful images within, you nd I'm loving the alliteration of 'sing song sounds'
ReplyDeleteLovely write, ytou.
Thanks
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