DaCosta

AMAZE

Andrea Da Costa

Blizzard

Your words,
cold as snowflakes,
pile up around my heart
until there is no holding back
winter.

Day's End

Dying
sun's last embers,
captured by drifting clouds,
leaves fiery islands strewn across
the sky.

Torment

He haunts
my every thought,
yet never can I touch
this ghost that walks the hallways of
my mind.

Return to the front page of this issue: Amaze Vol. 2, No. 2 Fall & Winter, 2003.
Go to the Poets & Authors page for the poet's biographical sketch and email link.
These poems are Copyright © 2003 by Andrea Da Costa.