another week another try 🙂 the prompt is a picture this time, this one:
I laid down on the stones beneath me
let the cold grow through my bones
my heart was the last to give in
to get lost to the iron cold
even the weak sun who tried to warm me
couldn’t help it that I froze.
Now the cold has chosen me
to be his eternal host
and nothing in this world can free me
from my frozen pose
children, parents and lovers
pass me everyday
to wonder and laugh out loud
on how still I can lay.