As we remember The echo of gun fire At another school
As we remember The echo of gun fire At another school
It is winter here This is not melancholy Or maybe it is
Snow meditation Drifting in resolutions Lost in reflection
As I sit watching Listening to your chatter The water boils
Grey skies turn to black As stars are veiled behind clouds And I dream again
Grasping fingers reach Stretching under a pale sky As the days grow cold
The dreys are laid bare As the fall leaves disappear A room with a view
The snow is melting This day will soon pass away But not without change
Letting go of fear The ivy whispers to me To sit in silence
Winter storms gather Churning the freezing night air And closing windows
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