In Winter’s barren, snowy field I stand,
My tender heart gripped tightly in his icy hand.
His frosty breath across my naked soul doth blow,
Leaving in its numbing wake a frosted, ruddy glow.
I didn’t mean to stand in Winter’s field so bare.
When first I stood it blossomed green and lovely there.
But then, alas, the changing leaves did fall,
And that which I had first observed appeared to be nowhere at all.
So here I stand, in nature’s stone-cold lonely place,
The light of love gone briefly from my care-worn face.
Instead a dormant season now resides ~
Within my chilléd heart love’s smouldering fire hides.
Yet Winter’s frosted season too must end,
As Spring her warming greeting soon will send.
And so my frozen sojourn, too, will cease,
And once again love’s warmth in me increase.
Temperatures have plunged again. Minus 20C with windchill is not such a winter blessing.
Still, the frigid weather reminds me of this poem written years ago when my life was in a dark and chilly place.
How the years have changed me; what lessons they have taught. I am blessed to be able to look back on desperate times with an open mind and healed heart.
Winter cannot last forever. Just eight weeks until spring. 😉
Note: This image was taken yesterday afternoon as temperatures were dropping. What caught my eye were the prismatic colours bouncing off the clouds. It was just that cold. Do you see them?
©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2014