winter

Winter is her weakness

a body trapped in bleakness

shaking and aching

the darkness enchanting

her hopes bequeathed

as she falls like leaves

windows fill with teariness

as she is locked inside by weariness

waiting to see again

waiting to hear again

waiting to sing again

Tomorrow starts with latte

the fuel of fearful Friday

and the fire inside her ignites

as Winter continues to bite.

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One thought on “winter

  1. Marian Green says:

    Like your poems . They are always energetic. You give us the clue that you will use latte in the next days poem . Well done…
    I think you’ve seen my blog before as well:
    gramswisewords.blogspot.com
    It’s good to help each other

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