Like fire

Photo by Tengyart on Unsplash

You light the way and

With a smile on your face, you guide the way .

Your hair is all I remember that day when we had to leave town and walk out on the cold, snowy grounds.

Away from the mountains because the cold was coming in, our little town could no longer hold the protection we needed.

We hoped we could find safety soon, or the cold would quickly get us too.

The red of your hair reminded me of fire, and I kept that close to me as we walked ahead.

Trying to stay warm and not let the cold get into my mind, or it will all be for nothing.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Published by mywords2228

I love to write poetry and reading tons of books. I've starting to explore writing fiction so I hope you enjoy my work.

%d bloggers like this: