Those Winters
by Breanna Bright
I remember those silent winters
When the world turned grey
The soft whisper of flakes,
Joining quietly as they lay.
Like girls in gossamer gowns
Hold each other as they lay.
Snow brings a fragile silence
So I stand still
Watching skeleton trees
And the footprints fill.
The past is whiteness
The footprints . . . They fill.
Cold seeps in
And no place to bide.
I breathe bellows of white
Like a winter from inside.
The cold wind fills me,
The winter is inside.
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by Dodgerton Skillhause
Pieces Inspired by this Image
'Those We Meet In Between'
by Breanna Bright
'Midwinter'
by Valerie Christie
'She Calls to the Many Footprints'
by Carol A. Stephen
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Writers Bio
My name is Breanna Bright. I have a Master's degree in professional writing from Southeast Missouri State Univeristy, and am the author of 'In The End' (Permuted Press).
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Pieces Inspired by this Image
'Those We Meet In Between'
by Breanna Bright
'Midwinter'
by Valerie Christie
'She Calls to the Many Footprints'
by Carol A. Stephen
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