And now the days seem grey on either end
Beginning matching the finish and round again
Can you know if it was morning when you woke, no sun peeking through curtains
Was it not still dawn when we walked through town, mist still hanging heavy over the fields
And with the quiet, is that not the song of a new day
Yet it lingers on til teatime when night curls its cold around everything
The curtains drawn once more with little traces of light and humanity dancing round the borders saying “we are home, but shut away”
If not for sunshine, and no togetherness, but our own little worlds
Illuminated on the promise of coming together in brighter, warmer, better times
- Original Writing -
How beautifully you captured the feel of winter - the season and the senses. That last line is perfect✨