As Sister Winter gently plants her kiss
So nonchalant upon my naked face
My frosted heart retreats inside this space
To long after the right she did dismiss
The sky is dead, life's cycle seems amiss
Wrapped up, look out the window's frosty lace
Shut up inside this somehow sacred place
And wonder how a season such as this
With frozen ground now armed with icy shield
And how closed doors and insulated cracks
Could fragile hope here gently incubate
Do not forget the green it soon will yield
For soon we'll stretch our legs, unfold our backs
Bare heart, you will no longer hibernate
2 comments:
Wow, for a first attempt, this is incredible! I love the imagery and metaphor. Write some more!
Amaaaziiinnngg!! =]
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