Time Falls Cold.

I woke up with this in my head. It’s personal, think emotion rather than nature.

The day blinks dark…

Winter sets in long before

its time.


Bitter winds circle through

the hours, as ice begins to form

around your heart, once more.


Time falls short as winter runs

her race. I have no wish

to travel cold about the past.


I wonder if spring will

hold the key, but I fear

it will be too late.


© sweetwater 2023
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Quite a sense of foreboding in this, Sue.


Such personal words are beyond critique, just to say I’m so pleased with the way you have taken to poetry. You express your feelings so well now Sue. We all need critique from time to time, it’s pleasing that you, like me, can be so receptive.
Mike XxX

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