Winter's Waste

Written by: regina branham

Winter always seemed to hold you
never letting spring burst through

Cold were the nights and dark 
some days spent on loving you

fires never would ignite 
or light your heart enough
for mine to shine into

broken glass reflected
eyes, another had shattered

frozen spots that love
could not unthaw 

I longed for the robin's 
song, the wet morning dew

the sun to kiss my face
Oh! how I hated to leave

consumed in what
I was unable to erase