Saturday, January 28, 2017

A GRIM VAULT


A grim vault of sorrow
reflecting a sorrowful morrow.
a world of ice and snow
chills a body to their soul


As a drifter drifting
as a song uplifting
no stranger to melancholy
as choir voices rising







concede nothing to fate; nothing.
we each breath we take,
we make our own fate.






2 comments:

Sherry Ellis said...

I like the photo of the red, white, and blue poinsettias. I had never seen blue ones before.

richard said...

Thank You, Sherry.