The final days of Winter came at last,
But still held the world in her icy grasp.
I looked back on dark days that had passed,
And feel loves painful grip unclasp.
It still held the world in her icy grasp,
But Winters harsh hand seemed to lift.
I feel loves painful grip unclasp,
Time healing that deep emotional rift.
The Winters harsh hand seems to lift,
And robins above begin their singing.
Time healing that deep emotional rift.
The pain around my heart unclinging.
Red robins above begin their singing,
Heralding winters passing breath.
The Pain around my heart unclinging,
But still, I cry for our love’s death.
In heralding winters passing breath,
I look back on dark days that have passed.
I mourned for our love’s fateful death,
Now Winter’s time recedes at last.
Reblogged this on Tales from the mind of Kristian and commented:
A poem I wrote some time ago (in the form called a Pantoum) has been published on the Poetry Bar. I’m really thrilled. 🙂
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The final days of Winter came at last,
But still held the world in her icy grasp.
I looked back on dark days that had passed,
And feel loves painful grip unclasp ….
A poem written by our very own Mister K from some winters ago, beautifully expressed and penned