You do not see the storm clouds gather
but still, I feel them in my bones
Fingers curled like leaves prepared
to brace for bitter colds
And so I wait and feel the waste
of that once warm and wild hope
Which came to me in Summer’s sun
and died by fall’s first snow
- Amelia Riley
Rather it’s me or someone else you come across today (in person or online), the time you spend on someone has more of an impact than you ever get to see.
Such a moving image!! Thanks for sharing it, Amelia!
beautiful! 🩷