Loneliness bites like the autumn’s chill,
mornings and evenings,
stale smells and damp.
A chance at beauty was given once,
as joy anticipates pain,
loss outweighs promise.
Tag: autumn
- Hazel, there’s a window
- Just after
- The best blackberries
- Hazel, a second
- When Amy smiled
- In images still
- Hush, the baby sleeps
- Danny under a greengage tree
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Just after