sweet smell of warmed milk
now melting into mud
loneliness into joy
old age, new pain
resistance is fading
settling into winter
I buy roses
longing for scent
change is inevitable
sun finally out
icicles reveal their contents
loneliness is silent
a short piece of writing that captures a moment(s) precisely
sweet smell of warmed milk
now melting into mud
loneliness into joy
old age, new pain
resistance is fading
settling into winter
I buy roses
longing for scent
change is inevitable
sun finally out
icicles reveal their contents
loneliness is silent