It is that time, again;
Silence settles
As frost does atop the grass -
We are near to each other,
If only physically,
If only to feel the warmth.
Streams no longer flow,
Frozen in place:
It is the blood in our veins,
The feelings
We once had,
We once held.
The wildlife has ceased to be,
Hidden away,
The creatures sleep.
Sluggish, we crumble -
Too cold to love,
Too cold to care.
We are near to each other,
If only to feel the warmth;
The feelings
We once had
Crumble -
It is too cold to care.
The blood in our veins,
Frozen in place.
The grass
Beneath the frost.
YOU ARE READING
Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
