anthony jones Poems
|1.||Look At What You'Ve Created...||1/31/2008|
|2.||House Of Dreams||2/1/2008|
|4.||Your Wooden Personality||2/1/2008|
|5.||Leaves For Blankets||2/1/2008|
|10.||There's Always Tomorrow||6/7/2011|
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Remember when we were dancing in December time?
Ghostlike figures peppering the cool hillside.
Entangled in a lattice of scarves and snowdrops we shuffled on by
As children's laughter pierced the misty skies.
Like candle wax in the twilight feelings melted against the quivering flame.
Shadows pranced to trick and thieve the light, for whom we abruptly blamed.
We dashed over the powdery sheets, evading the crumbling, cold, vanilla-like snowballs. It was all real to me.
Frosty, steaming, icy sleighs shoveling the snow aside.
Nostalgic I may be.