yonder night it rained, it froze,
cooled winter gales stroke
not quite perfected, still in a state
that will last for days at a time,
and miles in length.
no further than my very face,
a tear rolling down marked,
the beginning of hard times.
leaves still hide their green,
as I still hide my step
returning home I watched,
the sparrow chirp as it fled,
I couldn't help the thought
that that was I, as well.
—
never ending winter,
timeless cold,
empty January,
the one i abhorred.
no other time felt as foolish,
as tender and vile,
as concrete,
as reckless and mild,
i look at the sky and it tells me it's time,
the start of the year waits for no one,
still every inch of my body wrecks in despair,
as January's gaze turns to us leaving nothing to spare.
YOU ARE READING
twelve moons
Poesia"Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years, Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe Are brackish with the salt of human tears!"
