faoi ​​dheireadh

will christmas come again

green on the door

kitchen with laughter

things as before

her long silver chain

draped fierce and tall

things forever alter

loss kisses all

the windows were open

sugar breeze so wild

sunlight drenched the hills

she looked at him

and smiled




Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s