Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Passing By

I go where the wind blows
Where dead bodies lie
Midnight passing with ghost in hand
Winters dying song
Bare branches, frozen fingers
Scraping frost
Waking imagination
Sound echoes on
Do you feel the hand on your back?
Should you run, leave winter behind
Forget the sound that calls your name…

©AnitaDawes2022