Crimson’s hope does heartbeat cry
Holding to old memories die
Knowing now it’s winter’s tear
As sorrow’s shadow lingers near.
Inside the heart once seen and heard
Time erodes the mem’ries old
Let sorrow’s shadow linger near
Fabrications held so dear.
Poem by — Marie Atwood
Picture by — Pixel
Painting by — Teresa Dodd
Painting Courtesy of Teresa Dodd