Wednesday, August 2, 2017

A WOMAN IN WINTER, a poem

          
          Life has burned away
          leaving a body in disarray
          a woman grown very old
          suffering never-ending cold

          Every day is wintertime
          gone is the warmth so sublime
          no longer a promise of spring
          to make the aged soul sing

          Does celebration or doom
          await in the misty gloom
          no knows what lies ahead
          ignore all trivial dread

                              (Aug. 2, 2017)


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