Winter's Kill

        

Memories of what I thought was love

      Leave me feeling cold and empty

Frozen and bare like the old oak tree in winter

    Who’s lost its leaves of green and gold

 

The old, oak tree…

   Once covered in soft, green billowy leaves

    I too, was once covered

 With your sweet, tender love

 

Now, I feel like the old, oak tree in winter

     Your love, only a temporary blanket

To be removed when arctic, icy bitterness

     Set in your stone cold heart

 

The unforgiving resentment

    That blankets your avenging heart

Is like petrified, icy snow

    On the frigid, wintry ground

 

Will the renewal of nature’s warming sun

    Melt your frozen heart of stone

Like springtime melts the icy, wintry snow

    As it tenderly persuades eager

Budding leaves and blossoms to bloom?

 

No…

    Sadly you remain bitter and empty

Cold as the frozen icicles

    That hang on the branches

Of the cold, old oak tree

       Such a lonely place to stay…

   Frozen, unforgiving, bitter …

       Standing all alone

All poems written& copyrighted by LadeeAnne ~Anne P Murray

A “Pas De Duex” of Rhythm and Visions~

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Reviews

[Ruth]

I am always immersed by your powerful words love...you make me feel as though I can see clearly all emotion that runs through each syllable...you write about so many topics...your heart stamped upon each one!
Divine...absolutely divine! This comes from a heart that knows infinite compassion and empathy..
xx

[Tom Benson]

I was taken from the reality to the oak tree and back again in an easy going rhythm Anne. A sad tale well told with vivid descriptions using the seasonal changes.