Winter

 

Winter in my soul

is bleak and bare.

My blood has frozen

fast as the smile on my face.

Spring will never come.

Where are You

in winter? I rage.

You are nowhere.

You’re wrong, He says.

I’m everywhere.

There is life in frozen blood and

a smile signals spring:

My seasons never cease.

Winter is bleak and bare–but beautiful

even in your soul.

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  1. #1 by Anna C on January 31, 2011 - 3:58 pm

    Beautiful.

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