Bitter Winter
A leaf drops
my heart stops
the cold comes creeping in
like the bare trees
my heart shall freeze
at mother nature's sin
People pry
As I cry
over the hopeless season
and though they try
I'll forever sigh
the bitter cold being my reason
This won't suffice,
I hate the ice
and all that it shall bring
But I suffer through
so cold and blue
and hold out for the Spring
--
Christmas Tree
Oh Christmas tree,
oh Christmas tree,
truly my heart goes out to thee
Cut down so young
ornaments hung
from your branches prettily
and in a month or so
away you'll go
thrown out just like the rest
to rot away
colder each day
treated like a pest
A sad tradition
a silly mission
symbolizing a beauty all alone
For you I mourn
and feel so torn
over the pain we've known
They Can Transplant THAT?
1 day ago
3 comments:
*Hug* for the sad, thumbs up for the poetic license ;)
Haha thank you Skunk! *hugs*
Winter is very hard for me. Seasonal depression is something I struggle with badly, and I'm convinced one day I'll move somewhere warm all year long. But, for now, I'll deal. Hugs and writing and friends all help~ and mom's cooking, of course :)
I find that life, spiritually, physically, emotionally- is full of reoccurring seasons...and of the cycle of 4 or 5 or 7, there are always 1 or 2 which bring me waves of stress and depression. With that being said, those seasons where I find myself the most challenged are where my muscles are usually strengthened, and enduring the difficult gives me a deeper appreciation for the seasons I love. The fresh tomatoes of summer and sweet jasmine on the vine would be of less value if we had them all the time.
I love you ♥
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