Season of Sadness
I wore my sadness like a bruise,
It bloomed in mournful winter hues,
All marbled by the tears that rained
from dull December eyes,
I wrapped it round me like a coat,
While clouds upon my shoulders wrote
a story flowing with the pain
of life and its demise.
Yet as I stood in snowy streets,
My load too great for earthly feet,
My pallor like a physical
description of my woe,
It seemed the more that sorrow grasped
my face, the faster people passed...
Perhaps I was invisible,
that winter, in the snow.
13 October 2018
Copyright © Nina Parmenter | Year Posted 2018