Sun-Lined Palms

When time wanes a certain phase of your life away, holding the hand of the one you love can be reassuring. Their hand retains the heat of happier times, though sometimes all you get is a moment’s warmth.

The streets were grey,

Dense in the sheen

Of driven rain

We took the curve,

Dragging an umbrella

Against the wind, folding

Wrapped up arms in coats

Palms out to the storm,

The city unfurled


Despite winter’s snarl

We smiled,

All colour brought back

To this love-littered world



Amber R Walker, Hull, Creative Writer, Bookmaker, Lover of art

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