Winter

James Alexander

Winter

 

Winter came like

a silent thief

stealing branches

of every leaf

 

robbing the greenery

leaving barren fields

causing songbirds

to flee far afield

 

the earth to hardened

underneath my feet

and drain my soul of

contentment complete

 

and like winter’s chill

you stole the passion

from my beating heart

in a bitter cold fashion

 

with the bitter wind

blowing cold

from the iciness

of your soul

 

how lonely

you must feel

having no more

warmth to steal

 

I must find a way

that I can start

to reignite an ember

in your heart

 

and from that ember

stoke a fire there

because dear one

somehow I still care

  • Author: James Alexander (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 22nd, 2021 00:16
  • Category: Love
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Comments2

  • Nilanjana

    Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart...

    • James Alexander

      In the Winter of my years Springtime still resides.

    • karvelD

      Ty _/\_:) I quite liked the opening lines.



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