A Winter’s Tale of Birds Flown South

Tilted worlds that come to an end

Blindsided by whiskey pauses

Olive colored lies

Keeper of forgotten words

A winter’s tale of birds flown south

Snow angels huddled by the fire

Looking back to catch the sunset

Found memories painted with coffee stains

Night falls on unfortunate footsteps

Where all lights tend to go home


Originally posted July 7, 2015


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