Winter's End
By Rof Cau
Somewhere in an ancient field birds tentatively begin to sing and flowers unfurl their bloom all herald the birth of spring and the end of winter's cold The cathedral of stone is old like the woman at its door she shivers for in her soul is a cold and murdered core where blow the coldest winds Long since her winter begun where she stood on her own dressed in white for the one but now she is old and alone praying for her winter's end Written September 18th, 2001 © on Dec 03 2002 09:26 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Somewhere in an ancient field..."