I’ve been standing in the winter light,
pretending things will be all right.
Frozen in this time and space,
this fall is hard.
This fall from grace.
I’ve been standing in the winter air,
pretending that I just don’t care.
Suspended in this time and place,
this fall is hard.
This fall from grace.
White snow. Bright snow,
upon my face.
This fall is hard.
This fall from grace.
I like this! It has a hint of sadness in it and I think I can relate to that.
ReplyDeleteThis is an excellent poem!
ReplyDeleteI like this, it can be read in two ways, I think. great take on the prompt.
ReplyDeletethanks for all your visits. have a great new year!
Stunning! Thought provoking! Love it! :)
ReplyDeleteLovely and lyrical.
ReplyDeleteI really liked the repetition.
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