December 1st Warm and muggy rain Night-light on the house Shines on fading blooms Of pinkish hues Death comes soon And the bloom is no more
No more calls No more late nights It’s just a fog in my head My eyes swollen and burning My chest is long and empty No hunger, no yearning No one owed us anything in this life Not even a goodbye
How beautiful a snowy landscape is In the eyes of the happy hearted. But to others, it only personifies the cold, loneliness and desolation of a landscape. What do you see as you look at the picture? Beauty? Bitter cold?
Stuck in between the afterlife and the living. Such a place to be.
Travels to York Minster. May 2018.