Free verse № 78267
Winter Is Stil
Sound settling
like leaves dying
on beds of autumn
Winter is on its heels.
Even through the raspy breath
of winters solemn cry,
the stars seem to stand brighter;
fighting the cold
and death
of earth retreating
to nest in the womb
of mothers belly
until it is time
to be born again.
And I may branch out
my beauty this evening
just to stretch
and feel what's missing
in the winter of my heart:
New year dawning
I may find
my seeds in bloom
But for now I revel
in the stillness of sound
and beauty in loss.
We all must retreat:
discover what is fleeting
in the breath of winter.
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