Thursday, February 03, 2011

Poetry: Winter

I wrote this in late 2009 when I was contemplating leaving Mr. Goldie.


He dims the lights, he spreads the snow,
He sets the thermostat to low
I shudder when he takes my hand
I dream of ocean, sun and sand.

How summer loved me once before!
But he's not coming anymore.
With winter now my days I spend
And, though they're short, they never end.

My winter tries to win my love
By darkening the skies above
He paves my yard with solid ice
But I avoid his grey, pale eyes

The snow is high, I cannot walk
The roads are bad, I cannot drive
With winter I will spend my days
Until I'm not alive.

The Goldie has spoken at 9:27 PM

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