The Search — a poem

Simon Heathcote
Nov 1 · 1 min read
Photo by Alex Grodkiewicz on Unsplash

Folded in the doorway

Of your heart

You count colours in the dark

Red for passion, blue for cold

Green is envy

Yellow your gold

A history of the mind’s ascent

Snow heavy with

Each season’s bent

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Simon Heathcote

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Psychotherapist writing on the human journey for some; irreverently for others; and poetry for myself; former newspaper editor. Heathcosim@aol.com

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