Winter Hope

When Winter winds begin to whirl around

and whisper through my long and lonely days,

I’ll light the fire and stoke it with a poem

and hope I find some comfort in a phrase.


When flowers in my garden turn to seed,

and all the trees stand naked in the field,

I’ll plant a poesy on my window sill

and hope I find contentment in its yield.


When daylight seems scarce as a fresh-cut rose,

and darkness settles in for months on end,

I’ll write a song to keep me company

and hope the melody will be well penned.


The winter chill will not discourage me,

when I can create hope with poetry…


Susan J.

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