Poem: Dead Flowers in the Snow

Dead Flowers in the Snow

Snow.
Dead flowers
a three-minute walk from the ocean.
Something stirs in you,
melancholy and beautiful,
and yet, still nameless.
A past perhaps, almost forgotten,
but like most pasts I have lived,
not quite.

About this poem

The picture was taken this afternoon. I don’t know why it resonated with me. I still don’t.

Tom

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