Jan 26, 2021
1 min read
Cold Gate Notes
A sonnet
The repetition almost musical,
The tones change as we move from left to right.
Low sunshine and shadows are beautiful,
Opening frozen gate we reunite.
Color fills the sky as our worlds collide,
Spinners clank on glass with wind chimes chiming.
All our senses, memories coincide,
With creaking of the gate and it’s timing.
