Thursday, September 13, 2007

WINTERWOOD

Through the wood there went two tracks
Where wheels had sliced the snow
And as I walked through leafless trees
I wondered how far you'd go
Where must one go for a little peace?
When solemn souls deal with grief
Like petals of love shook from the stem
Cruel words separate...
- Closest friends.

Copyright 2007/Stan Simons ASCAP