Glimmer

Glimmer of Frost 
My experience with silver and gold, 
Just a sliver, so cold. 
Der Winter ist kalt, 
Where the wealth of winter glows, 
A glimmer of frost, 

In a landscape of frozen dreams: 

Treasures sparkle under the frost, 
Promises turn to ice, 
In the heart of cold wealth, 
Leaving a touchless beauty, 
An allure that chills to the core. 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Silver, Gold, material possessions...we can accumulate a world of wealth, of things.
But with no people to love and to love us...we die in the frost while counting what we have...
and take our last breath without counting friends.
j.

[Red Brick Keshner]

Counting friends! Ah yes... As a child I had this goal of having at least one friend in every country and culture around the globe. Tough going. I am amazed at how the "pickings" are in practice quite few considering there are 8 billion neighbours around us! Thanks j, you are much appreciated.