Winter’s burden

img_0635Snow weighing heavy on the world

hiding the dirt, the ugly, and the grey
calming down the hustle of a life less lived
covering the wounds of a soil battered
by solid autumn’s rains

I was growing tired of the torn and hurt

of the winds howling in my head

icy flakes have fallen onto my mind

causing it to quiet and ponder

where has the sun traveled to?

what is humanity hiding from?

Are we not meant to journey

through seasons of all diversity?

It seems as if snow has come to remind me
that one day we all be forgotten
buried somewhere deep within

and naught will be left but spring’s new offering.

A somber winter’s tale

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Morrow calls the late sun to rise
to carry away the raw nights of ice

I failed the riches in bleakest of life
and buried the poorness in crustiest glaze

no pledge in faith
no want in love

and all the speeches remain the same

No musings
No pennies
No linings
No hope

some would have been
some would have lost
it’s sorrow to day
and hardship to night

(In the forge of the earth,
a  primrose may know)