poem
“Time winds itself away, slips through / fast-frozen hands, is crushed into the ground / and smells of evergreen.” That’s very much how I feel about this time of year, and so wonderfully described!
Thanks James! It's one of the aspects of December that my thoughts keep returning to every year, trying to find a better way to say it.
“Time winds itself away, slips through / fast-frozen hands, is crushed into the ground / and smells of evergreen.” That’s very much how I feel about this time of year, and so wonderfully described!
Thanks James! It's one of the aspects of December that my thoughts keep returning to every year, trying to find a better way to say it.