Her shadow trickles over him
at sunset
and the two merge into one
deeply rooted
shallowly entwined
shadow being
until…
Moon hushes Stars
and Winter tosses
inky black roses
to the sleepers beneath her feet
as they breathe each other in
and out like windy tides…
Winter watches roots and toes
scratch cold dusts in sandy slumbers
beneath her ink…
sees
his shallow breaths tumble
as leaves tremble and
two shadows merge
into one apple scented dream…
when spring
will make the shadows
of winter
easier
for the man without a home
who has chosen to nestle
within the shadow
of a tree.
Together
they dream
of apple blossoms in
spring.
“winter tosses inky black roses” . Oh, this is a wonderful write Ms Bouquets. My ongoing awe of your artistry continues …
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:).. thank you
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This is beautiful….thanks for sharing 😊
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Thank you for reading and commenting!..:)
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