Sunday, 5 February 2017

Tender Winter

I sew memories
In that winter sun
Basking in glory
As slowly embers burn

Huddled together
Bundled in awe
In grandma's cuddle
Dreams that I saw

By that wooden log
Orange it glowed
Warm stories flowed
As out snow poured

I sew memories
Sweet and bitter
Of moth smelling sweater
That lovely tender winter

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