Remnant Autumn’s chill crept over the glorious Summer of her heart. Sweet kiss of pink drained from the face of love as thorns sprang up like daggers to cut into her soul. Crimson flooded her being as she faced the icy Winter of his Indifference. Awaiting death, she longed to bury her pain beneath the dry brown carpet of decaying hope. Sweet torture!  that wound which does not heal lest its life be thought in vain. No death, passing into love born anew- No blush of pink, no green glory basking in the light of Spring’s happy smile. Forever crimson, … Continue reading Remnant/Poetry