Winter wanderings


An arctic breeze blowing through brings the scent of bitter dreams

And memories better left entombed after time has come to leaf

And summer, spring have fallen past-but I will not move on

A vigil held quit vigilant, occurs before you’re gone



About Keats

Oh I'm sassy and I'm sexy, So silly sweet-and-sour Delightfully disastrous And deliciously dour I'm flippantly foolish, Filled I am with fear Can't concentrate completely, and my conduct isn't clear But to bravely be my best I Bring bravado back, BEHOLD!

2 responses »

  1. Seasonal remembrance. Winter brings that up like no tomorrow here too. What else you gonna do when theres nothing but snow, right?

    • This one makes me very sad. It was about the frustration I felt in not being able to reach out to someone I loved who is now gone. I felt his suicide coming, and I did nothing. I KNEW it was very possible, even though we weren’t talking at all. It was something I worried about, and now it’s something I regret.

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