Creek

White took over my windows,
Struck a truce,
It promised to be good this year.
Tonight we spoke again,
Of lies, of truths,
This was the last few words between us.

So my heart is filled with snow,
In this winter evening,
Dreaming of summer greens,
My heart blanketed in you,
Your epitome, and my heart filled with snow.

Poem and Photo credit to Jocelyn Meadows, thats all I ask.