a little cold air drifts in,
paying cold thoughts
to walk away
From skeletons waving
through glass memory leaves
Glancing underneath bells' song
in time to hear the screeching earth
return
Slate wiry fingers curl, whirl
circles in the wind
around weariness
to walk away
From skeletons waving
through glass memory leaves
Glancing underneath bells' song
in time to hear the screeching earth
return
Slate wiry fingers curl, whirl
circles in the wind
around weariness