From the archives…


Cold creeps in slowly,
Bones, chilled and brittle
Snap like twigs,
Fragile and friable.
Remembered warmth
Turns the mind to memory;
Sunlight and laughter
And your hand in mine
Murmuring dreams;
Walking our future
As our words entwine
And our hearts race
Seeing the far yesterday
In our tomorrow.
Climbing our mountains
With the innocence of children,
Finding our future
In each others eyes.

snow rose

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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3 Responses to From the archives…

  1. So beautiful Sue. It took me in instantly with memories and emotions that can touch us all. Beautiful work. { } Rick


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