winter Archives | anne a p a r t

winter haiku | november 22

Issa in the storm my guitar requests the ballad of the good king ~

winter begins! I light the candles and can’t remember the last time ~

the sapling holds tight to mother’s roots through winter sleeping hand in hand chasing my teenage children with an old dslr ~

crying into my mittens a path too narrow between mounds of snow ~

you saw rainbows until your eyes closed first snow ~

artificial snow placating desire with a prosthetic kiss ~