Leaving
Helpless rocks rest on yesterday' s dreams
hand crocheted articles of affection pile
by my side where sole remembrance lies
in wait of one more visitor to limp my way
Chills carry with her the ache of night
frost fills the horizon as sunshine falls
yellow and blue fields barely hold life
and memories of friends and fantasy
I'll be leaving soon when the night calls
a final guest surrendering to the cold
the old breaking off bread with fragility
words echo aimlessly a slow wind dies
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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