Short Narrative by Matt
To my Winter Wife,
I'm truly sorry it appears (that at the moment) we're not a perfect life, and I'd like you to know that like you, I'm not sure why, but I'm starting to think that what's happening might best be described by hour glass sighs. See, when we first met we had so many years, and so many seasons and life was so full; there was plenty of space left for moments and thrills, but now it would seem time's running so fast, all we can do is watch memories pass.
But,
Now that that's said, can I ask you to smile cause I think what this means is we've run the half mile, and while it may seem the sun's a bit shy, the love that we stored and have watched (maybe) slide, is pooling and waiting to spring into life!
Yours
A Winter Husband
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The Dwellers Post Issue No 3
PoetryThe time between winter and spring, humanity lost in sorrows, -spirits surviving. The drought of rage is now up to us. The Dwellers Post edition includes works of different genres, illustrated narratives in fiction, creative nonfiction, short storie...
