silver threads of frost snake across the shiny boards
as wan sunshine fails to warm the chilly air and i
gaze in wonder at a world gone south leaving these
the barren northern faces stripped of green life alone
time itself pausing as if to allow bereft hearts a pause
grieving comes in waves even after years a sharp pang
the dying season as leaves fall in glorious agony heaps
souls mourn what was what could have been and always
what never will be
a trickle of melting ice sparkles bravely in the sunshine
cascading down to water the crusty waiting earth and i
ponder seeds laid down again in hope of balmy breezes
a sweeter time to come when thoughts turn to love
although the arctic fingers slip up around my throat
whispering of darker days to come and storms yet
this season too must pass when sorrow that endures
finds a shout of joy with the dawn and what will be
will ever be
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