Winter.
Grey light seeping –
Cloud-filtered
free of colour
Down
to mark the leaden hours of day;
Between
the dark and the dark.
Winter.
Time of heartbreak. Time of tears
Filling
the corners of the mind
With
unshed pain.
Only
memories to mark the year gone by;
Nothing
to hope for in the year to come.
Time
pressed between calendar sheets
Yesterday,
today, and another today.
Winter.
Bare branches against the sky
Time
of death. The time to hold one’s hope
Close
against the creeping night
Where
dreams shatter
In a
moment, brittle as glass.
Winter. Time of the frozen sparrow
Of the knife of ice in the heart.
Winter. Time of the frozen sparrow
Of the knife of ice in the heart.
Winter,
when pain goes dragging past
Chains
to enslave the soul;
Time
to hug a lover close
Warm
and safe, against the grey
Dying time.
Copyright B Purkayastha 2013
Very poetic description of Winter... I really like it...
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery my friend.
ReplyDeleteWinter really sucks. You've said it so much more eloquently.
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