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

3 comments:

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!