Chill call of winter can indent some sad words. <br />Time constructs sentences, cold for no reason. <br />Dawn, rising letterless scrawls sky-lines absurdly. <br />How many words can winter write in it's season? <br /> <br />Scribed rightly as snowcold, fragile flakes descend. <br />Midwinter frost writes more lace on windowpanes. <br />Deep drifting white inks in our parting, dear friend. <br />Icicle pens scratch the word Gone after your name. <br /> <br />Cold paintings of solo-time wait on life's path. <br />Frozen pools pencil silence we never heard. <br />Glacially sad is New Year's final paragraph. <br />Farewell can be such a lonely wintery word.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-wintery-word/
