Winter

Winter


Its life cast light upon our own
It lives, it grows, its breath, so warm
I do not know how we lost it then
How will we cope when they come again?

Leaving behind a corpse, so cold
No warmth left for us to unfold
A funeral pyre, it burns and chills
New light on our old grey hills

Bright crimson flames fall spiralling down
Orange, ochre, rust and brown
We are, as one the sole culprit
The skies all cry, they weep for it

Their tears soaking the soft, cold ground
It is lost and never can be found
In death it sees the wind and the rain
Its eyes are closed to our hurt,  our pain

Shards of glass so delicate, soft
The birds still soar high, up aloft
Skin so pale, it glows like white light
It's gone, it's dead, there's no respite

The blood, it pounds deep in the chest
Soon, so soon, it will wake from its rest
I saw the start and I'll see the end
When Spring comes back, all will mend