Wrath of Winter

Photo by Dana

Slices of ice carved from bone
They rasp against the wind, hissing
Cursing the heat lost within

Water that flowed like sanguine wine
Hardens into a soul thief, a lifeless ruby
Devoid of its luster but weighs infinitely more

Lust infused heart no longer pounds
Cracked and crumbling, an ancient tomb
Fossilized hope weeps at its core

11 thoughts on “Wrath of Winter

    1. I’m sorry, Barney. But know that many of us identify with that stanza for different reasons — different circumstances — but the emotion remains very much the same for all of us. Hugs, friend!

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