The winter will be a sore one, <br />if <br />the cardboard over the windows <br />cannot hold back the winds and snow, <br />that keep on driving hard- <br />We're sure to know the depths of cold, <br />as it drifts in and out of our lives <br />tonight. <br /> <br /> <br />The winter will be a sore one, <br />if <br />the cardboard over your soul <br />cannot hold- <br />If it cannot keep in the warmth <br />I have spent all summer sewing- <br /> <br />There is nothing I can do now, <br />the cock crows thrice, <br />winter's eye is upon our lives, <br />watching every movement of our timed limbs <br />counting every doubt in our minds- <br /> <br />You've begun to wither, <br />your vines show signs of freezing <br />and now, my duty is beyond cause, <br />I fear I cannot stop the winters.<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-winters/
