Hoar-Frost Hearts
Hoar-Frost Hearts
(with acknowledgment and apologies to Shakespeare)
Who dares compare thee to a winter’s night?
Thou art much darker and more treacherous .
Howling gales render darling buds to blight
And winter’s grip too long and arduous
Holds dark the swollen hope of heavens eye.
Allows false dawn gold weakly blushing peak
Upon the icy crust you would deny
Whilst cursing natures changing course as weak.
But your unending winter has not left
Nor lost the comfort of its ling’ring frost,
Nor death denied the coldness of your depth,
Its numbing sting the solace of love’s loss
Rest now, in time the beating heart will slow,
Rest now embraced by fluffy winter snow.
9/15/2016
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2016
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