What is this feeling within my heart; <br /> Concealed by daylight hours, in a shroud of taut restraint. <br />Winter evenings consume, yesterdays pursue me, <br />Smiling, speaking, acting – I can cope, I can cope…. <br />An injured heart bares healing in the nearness of love, <br />Yet love becomes frigid when winter sweeps in, I am alone. <br />The world is cold, my heart laments in fearful silence <br />Winter, winter, where are your friends? , <br />Betrayed by the sheath of night, rejoicing in decay <br />In scornful silence, reflecting on unfulfilled dreams, <br />Dreading the night, enduring the day. Winter. <br /> <br />Hopes and Dreams, rest upon a cradle of love, <br />Unconditional, fruitful, forbearing, eternal, <br />Winter steals, freezes, and denies. <br />To be alone in this season, is to be alone, <br />No voices, no echoes, no gentle memories shared. <br />A solitary tree yielding to an unfeeling winter, <br />Surrendering its leaves to winters steel sky. <br />Fleeting Sunshine, stolen, lacking of kindness, or warmth <br />Sheets of invasive rain, such unforgiving indifference <br />Winter is reconciliation without forgiveness <br />Yet, it is the door to Spring, and the resurrection of hope.<br /><br />Adrian Wait<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-nights/
