No birds fly about the sky; All the flowers start to die. The frost grows upon the ground; Snowflakes fall upon my crown. Take the power in my hand; Peer my eyes upon great land. Covered in a white blanket; Wondering if our love can make it. This winter grows on me; Telling me to become the cold. I fall for the trick; I grew like ice; So damn thick...
winter.
Author: In need of a Friend
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Date: 07/04/2020
№ 1208547
The Marks Left By Winter
In the end you will not remember summer coming. Still she will appear in a May breeze As if you asked her to, as if she could save you. Though you know all too well how this story ends.
She asked about the scars winter left, Wanting to place together a story to makes sense Of the coldness that still has not been warmed by her winds. Yet some secrets aren't meant to escape the hearth.
You will not know how to love them both, So you will choose winter again, at least the cold doesn't leave. And summer will not understand, she will hate you for this, And because you are a fool you will let her.
Another winter's come, the trees lay bare, Mere skeletons, stiff standing, 'pon the ground, Like you, protruding from the mind, no sound, A quiet remnant, gone, but always there,
The trees wait patiently for that one day, When life returns to every waiting thing, I, too, await the Day of mankind's Spring, When you'll return from where you've gone away.
She Is cold We can feel Her winter breath She chills our napes With her gelid icy hand We take to our warming hearths To shelter from her frostiness She has no charity nor any compassion How baleful her season of bitterness
The expressions of a blanket half-buried in the snow Mountain ranges and glacial valleys As poly-blend fibers wrinkle under the weight Fibrous and wind blown Like the mossy lichen On a high isolated peak Cold to the touch and sticking to wet fingers The ice sheet forms without fanfare Giving rise to reddened digits And the first invitation to a black and lifeless Frost bite victim. Subzero temperatures Send swirling crystals high into the air Giving the image of flying diamonds Gently falling and twirling in a gentle winter's breeze Rainbow prisms dance across faded wool Frayed edges play in the wind Twisting and knotting themselves As if the weather Were attempting to darn or mend The ancient coverer of bodies and equipment. Sad howl travels the length of the valley Carrying the sorrow of no spring on the horizon Branches brake under the weight of water, reshaped as an ice shield Mournful cattle huddle beneath a lone elm Leaf-less and barren Shivering leather stands in solitude Waiting for the growl of an old truck To drag yet another bale of hay Out into the tundra. –
Winter to me is such a delight In bed listening to rain at night Snuggled up in front of an open fire With someone special, hearts desire
Everything seems so fresh and clean Forget summer and drought that's been Snow covered mountains, joy to be seeing Down the steep slopes, such fun to be skiing
Of course in December, we are filled with glee Santa leaves us little presents under the tree Night is quiet, everyone tries to keep still A beautiful time full of peace and goodwill
No need to be upset whilst spring you are waiting Enjoy the cold and simply do some ice skating Home fires are burning, food there to cook Or simply go to bed and read a good book
Outside it is raining, inside it's much drier Time to make sweet love in front of a fire Stuck inside together gives you the chance For wine, dine, dance and plenty of romance
The power may go off but still a goodnight Laughing and joking by fire or candle light When winter is here I am glad I'm not dead Cuddle up with my darling in a nice warm bed
If you hate winter, what a sad and sorry plight Must have a screw loose, somethings not right Play some nice music, keep warm, dance and sing Enjoy winter while you can, soon will be Spring
J'ai envie de trouver une Гўme lumineuse remplide tonГЁbres Vous ГЄtes l'Гўme parfait pour moi My tissue your Гўme Come together as one brittle tree Withstanding every winter of hearts Cherished under the living day When castles filled with garments Of rubies and diamonds fill our hands No we do not need them No we do not need those things I would be satisfied blowing In the bone chilling air with you in the snow Us together, contently alone.
