winter

Alone, in the dark

A new heaviness above my head

Another world maybe

I remembered the warm, golden sun

and I felt small

And then the winter passed

and the garden again grew sweet

Reviews

[Relic]

This sounds like a spirit transitioning to his new life after dying. The end is a little chilling. "and then the winter passed...as though he's/she's still there in that state and hasn't moved on yet.

Ooooooo, scaddy.