New England Winter
I tap my foot restless...
The snow continues to cover.
In a torrent- my torment.
Taking my sweet years with it.
As I age and forget.
With all that remains- I regret.
I retreat in my cave and curse the gray days.
A thief in the night, I awake…to an empty chamber- my heart.
I cannot take another New England winter. To face myself in the mirror.
Copyright © Ann T. | Year Posted 2011
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