Honey
Nancy Strahan
The sound of snow crackles beneath the plains of my feet
My frosted fingertips graze the outreaching branches as I pass by
The forest crowds around me like the morning dew
Encroaches upon the blades of grass
I watch as the sun drips down the horizon
As it searches for me
Slowly evaporating the last corners where
The twilight still reigns
My frosted fingertips graze the outreaching branches as I pass by
The forest crowds around me like the morning dew
Encroaches upon the blades of grass
I watch as the sun drips down the horizon
As it searches for me
Slowly evaporating the last corners where
The twilight still reigns
Nancy Strahan is pursuing a Baccalaureate of English.