Winter Sonata

 I left you in the morning,

And in the morning glow,

You walked a way beside me

To make me sad to go.

 Do you know me in the gloaming,

Gaunt and dusty gray with roaming?

Are you dumb because you know me not,

Or dumb because you know?

 All for me And not a question

For the faded flowers gay

 That could take me from beside you

For the ages of a day?

 They are yours, and be the measure

Of their worth for you to treasure,

The measure of the little while

That I've been long away...

~Sarah

Poem: Flower Gathering, Robert Frost

Photographer's: Sofia Sanchez and Mauro Mongiello 

Model: Amanda Norgaard

In: The New York Times Style Magazine. 

Styled by: Anne Christensen