Frozen

Frozen

The latent pace of winter-tide drifts on,

hibernal winds exhale a frosty dawn,

the gentle warmth of summer’s long-since gone,

now ‘midst the jagged ice the sun lies torn.

 

Of broken heart she bleeds, to frigid pools,

a weary spectral light for life to take;

ethereal displays of winter jew’ls

reflect her soul on tears of downy flake.

 

Emotion spent she falls to deep repose,

where afternoon dies young, bereft of light,

‘cept for a moonlight serenade that flows

across the down that softly quilts the night.

 

Encased within her dreams of grief and pain,

a frozen world of beauty breathes in vain.

by bluemoon (Viewed 133 times)