corner room4
By Raquel Reyes-Lopez

I whisk winter with sapphire hues.
Wolves howl under obsidian skies.
I reach gently for my cookie cutters.
Tonight I bake for those who died.

Advertisements

One comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s