Love and Time
The fire becomes coals.
The coals slowly grow dim,
flicker and fade.
That is, they say, the way of things.
But someone forgot
to tell me.
Poem: Love and Time
Quarry House
The poetry, photographs and thoughts of Tom Atkins
Love and Time
The fire becomes coals.
The coals slowly grow dim,
flicker and fade.
That is, they say, the way of things.
But someone forgot
to tell me.
Quarry House 