Bare and denuded beauty is part of it
The abundance of life has been cut back
To the essential minimum
Even light is shaded
So are deep sleep and death
Winter is here, installing itself
Without any invitation
Even undesirable
With no relief to see it go
The storms are harsh and unforgettable
The weather is unrelenting
Finding shelter is aleatoric at best
Its icy fingers crush my heart and soul
If there is a spring
I won't see it
Cold and miserable
Tired and painful
It is harder everyday
To get going
It's time to say good bye.
L.C. Bailliet
All rights reserved
No comments:
Post a Comment