Memoirs of White

Living for a moment
time begins to sway
leaving the echoes
of another fine day.
Words that of stages
formed from a time
written as the seasons
words in our mind.
Memoirs of a story
scenes that of snow
painted as reality
what I used to know.
We all have moments
we might remember
a Christmas theme
found in December.
Burning as a flame
of a crackling fire
time is as memories
that we still admire.
Maybe as reflections
of a weathered sight
that's within a photo
as memoirs of white.
 
©By Bill Pearce
Sep 13,  2021

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