It Is Time


It is time to change who I am, with the leaves that fall and change the trees

to form a new white trunk of bark barren of life until Spring

It is time to change who you see, with the skin and the tone of my voice

to form a quick perspective of a friendship gone away to a Fling

A time for all to witness the absence of birds on the sill

to rest in the places warmer than this in a nest so short on rent

A time to bring the white winter snow around to hide the being

to watch from inside and within it I hide, emotions around me spent

 

A Winter Soul

 

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About wigsbabe

Never be the Mediator... be the writer.
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