Winter's way
I have trod on wind swept,
snow covered lanes.
My boot shod feet
have marched
on frozen planes.
Wrapped in fur and wool
as shield from icy grip.
Winter's way
welcomes weary pilgrim
on his trip.
A path worn well
from hoof and cart,
like a road run through
my barren, frostbitten heart,
leading to the silent ice-clad stream,
my blood flow's stopped,
as in a dream.
Pines trees
whisper in the wind,
heartbeat tells me,
I have sinned.
Lesson's lies,
my memories haunt,
like frosted lakes,
drawn and gaunt.
As heat-less sun
glows on high,
so do daydreams
vilely taunt.
Hope has flown
like snow-geese migrants,
frosted dreams
becomes life’s tyrants.
Blizzard blows
beyond blue horizons,
as youthful goals
grow grizzled, wizened.
The past
has ceased
like glazed streams,
lakes,
meanders,
round,
the way
life
takes.
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