“A Winter’s Death”
The death it finally came
This cold and foggy,
Lonely winter day.
Somber silence, enveloped
Completely … repletely,
Filling up the empty wanting
To unexpectedly console.
Imbibing sullen respect
From Winter’s icy libation,
The death it came in absence
Of the ceremonial pomp
Afforded the turgid seasons.
In the absence of all emotion
It simply was …
For it had been too long coming.
@Copyrighted Poem, January 2013.
All Rights Reserved: Isabelle Black Smith
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