Winter’s Dirge
December days draw close the nigh’
as winter storms behold
these mournful eyes and muted skies
and sparrows lone and cold.
The forest that I frequent so
once filled my heart and pensive mood
but through the mist the shadows grow
and haunt me in my solitude.
Yet still I seek the glow within
and all that rots and hides beneath
chasing light beyond the dim
is where you’ll find me, fair or grim.
Nice! Reflective piece on the seasons and of change itself. I like the rhythm and rhyme here too.
Thanks so much Listen 🙂
I love the measured, deliberately pace and unforced rhymes. What a lovely little piece this is, it feels like you spent time to work on and polish this up.
That’s great to hear Wendz, I’m glad you enjoyed it, thanks for reading.