Monday, November 21, 2011

Breakup (death of a frozen river)

With the heat of your fingertips
you shattered
the cold, hard shell
I'd wrapped around
my shoulders
like a tattered cloak
stiffened by the
winter frost
and with a groan
the first of the tears
broke through

Rachel Westfall
November 21, 2011


Elisabeth said...

Lovely words, Rachel. You capture the essence of an emotional thaw.

christopher said...

Thinking of you, my friend.

RachelW said...

Ah, thanks, both of you!