The snow-covered path to my door
Waits; undisturbed, barren
Inside the fire burns
But not in my soul
Moments without you embrace eternity
Tick, tock. Even the walls talk
Slowly the hours pass
Sand through an hourglass
The scent of evergreen fills the air
Footprints, softly linger
Impulses wax; passion ignites
© 2010 by Maureen Newman. All rights reserved.
Written in response to a prompt from Magpie Tales.
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