by Richard Vince

Perfect winter skies make me
Think of you and wish you
The same. I am glad you can
Still see beauty when it is
Illuminated by the low,
Distant, cooling Sun.

Everything is still here,
Just as you left it:
The trees, the buildings, the river,
Waiting to be seen when you
Open your eyes again.


Posted on 10/09/2012
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/10/12 at 01:26 AM

You have such a way with setting the scene. Lovely.

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