
The lost glove,
frozen stiff,
pointed at footprints
in the snow
leading to my door.
Not an intruder.
My own steps
as I came home
on a cold winter night.
[sorry about stock picture with steps going the wrong way.]
Friendship Quilts, about June's novel
2 comments:
..but it's a beautiful photo and it illustrates the image in the poem nicely.
I love the picture it is very profound.
Nice poem too.
loveNlight
Gabi
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