Monday, March 7, 2011

Winter Song

Tired. Cold. 
Hungry. Alone. 
I am pale and weak
Where do I go? 
Who am I going to turn to?

Nowhere to go
No one to see
No one to be with

These days don't seem to end 
And spring seems like a myth

It's the winter

So sick of seeing white
Everything in sight
Covered in snow

Frost bites the windows
My nose, my toes, they all go numb
I can't feel anymore

It's the winter

This chill so cold 
It kills the soul
The wind just won't stop
Ice pelts my face
And I'm about to give up

Then I see a light
The sun has come out to play
Beautiful and bright

Shinning all around it's rays


Icicles start to drip drip drop
And at the sound my heart just stops
All of creation lets out a long anticipated sigh

And whispers   

Spring 






1 comment:

  1. LOVE. Hoping that the icicles start dripping soon. It feels as if we've been waiting too long for whispers of spring.

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