Forecasting Flurries
By 1stpoet
Forecasting Flurries The grass has turned that shade of brown signifying winter is looming near the trees reach skyward barren birdsong has become winds whistling as gray clouds steadily build to the west soon all will be covered in white and the pain of fall will be hidden I know my landscape of love resembles this wasteland I view my heart is parched, dry my arms reach out, only to circle and hold myself alone sweet whispers that had fallen upon my ears are now faint memories drifting in my mind and the cold reality of loneliness chills me to the bone I am numbed, it is as if the Novocain of depression has grasped me with frostbitten fingers desire, dreams, and feeling are painful to recall if only I could lie upon the hard ground let the snowfall blanket me, turn me glacial and in the spring thaw maybe I would melt within could growth again come to me? will love again be as radiant sun in my life ? or will I remain immobile in winter? © Copyright 2001 1st Poet Inc. William S. Dawes December 3, 2001 Written December 3rd, 2001 © on Dec 03 2001 10:09 AM PST 0 • 1
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