A UNION NOW REGRETTED
He wore his coat with collar high
his shoes sank deep
in whipped cream snow
beneath a leaden sky.
And lost as sward in snow bound meadows
night time feelings
in his wake
are lost in nights oppressive shadows.
With the day her dreams foregone
embraced no more
she sits alone
with just her memories lingering on.
Cold reason in her mind prevails
she wonders now
what lies beyond
within the futures silent veils.
Michael Edwards © March 2017