Winter Opus
Winter
Slow ghost in fields of thought
Giver of the inward memories,
turning outward the sigh
of loving and of life
that through the ages remains.
Visible breaths in the blue
Portraits of time
from a barren silence
where once prospered
the sea of sweet words.
Frosted Earth, frozen embryo
Something has stifled
the summer's witness
and brought to our sight
the unfolding
white-woven night.
All is calm under the chilled air,
among the dull houses
and streets of uncertainty.
The mind burns brightest
in the bitter winter,
in long, lonely walks
through the gleaming dream,
embracing with a grin
the swaying winds
and trees that scream.
Copyright © Joshua Hornsby | Year Posted 2009
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