The Chill of Winter

Where is he?

Slipped away like
A child in the fairground –
Lost in the crowd.

Does he wander through
The noise,
Searching for
The hand that guides?

Does he embrace the
Heavenly alchemy,
Breathing liberty like
The fresh flower that
Brings the summer?

'Soon'
Fades into
'Forever', and
she is left
Forsaken.

To face the chill of
Winter.


Cold
Barren
Bleak.

Winter is
The kindest season.
The heart will not
Melt in winter.

Chilled by the cold,
We are spared
The guilt,
The sorrow,
The messy emotion of
Life.

Winter is
Solace
For the lonely.
Its cold touch soothes
the battered heart.