Winter in the North
Andrew Graham
Winter in the north
Have you heard about the sun?
I haven't seen it for months
For months
It's a different kind of light
Casting shadows on the walls
We gathered 'round the fireplace as
The snow began to fall
When the presence of a different kind of light consumed us all
Frozen roses holding poses by the road, a windless day
“Still as death,” they say
Icing over, total closure, growing cold, the pointless hope
That you would meet me halfway
And in the presence of a diffеrent kind of light I turned away
I turned away
I turnеd away