Michael Edwards

SEVERED THREADS

 

 

SEVERED THREADS

 

 

Waters iced and frost hoared fields

beneath a silvered twilight sky

that stealed in through the window panes

where warming firelight gently played

upon the clock declaring time.

 

As quiet of the night closed in

cloud shadows passed like moving ghosts

her hair turned grey by frosts of time

as undisturbed her spirit left

the  severed threads of life no more.