Winter Has Broken
Winter has broken
and the bought roses
have lost their scent.
It is the crossroads
of the seasons.
The beams will heal,
surely not fail.
It is time to pound
on the road again,
time to escape the demon.
Some new demon awaits,
crawling in the desert.
There is no peace.
After the rescue attempt
which failed, everyone
stood and murmured,
throwing petals of dried
roses to the current.
The river ate them.
It was a small tribute,
compared to a mighty yearning
for more of life
before the day is captured.
Copyright © Bill Yates | Year Posted 2015
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