Naked branches twisted and clawed at the faded weather worn window. Violent winds pushed against the old house, filling every crack and every imperceptible opening. The voice of autumn whispered through the walls. Small stones, shattered leaves and dust lifted from the earth and pelted the house like a dry hale storm.
I feel these moments take us back To remind us what our hearts now lack. When we see familiar sights, Somehow we feel the loss of light. Flashing back to happy days My heart is stabbed as mind relays What meanings were, and now, are seen As nothing like they used to be. Drifting clouds kissed... Continue Reading →