Memory bears that I have made

My Elf on the Shelf and the Broken Gingerbread House caper

She's There

Cold, crumbled, leaves fall slowly

limbs blowing bristly
chills in the air
hollow calls calling
echoing like an emptiness
emotions departed
beautifully desolate shell
numb and unwilling
to care
hardened indifference
blossoming in the warm spring air

By: Bernice Bowling