The Cold

I really enjoyed reading this poem today from katintheafterlight.

Kat in the Afterlight

Is the night left
to linger in the hall
of my imagination?
It’s cold in my mind
I’ll drape my thoughts.

Water splashes
my bare feet
while running
toward the clouds
carried by the wind
of anticipation.

Copyright © 2016 Kat

Painting: After the Water, the Clouds by Rene Magritte

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