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Winter

Winter

In the mighty grip of winter
Picture a sentry with sword and shield, martyr/soldier
Defiant in the white face of January wintering colder
Freezing the evergreens
Frozen destinies on hold
Crystallized eyes and opaque icicles hanging at designated placesΒ 
Winter designs on nature's architecture
Night snow is blue
Black ice on land
Stars shimmer as
the moon wallows in silver

I trudge on in the boreal night
Picture a lonely sentry with a broken sword, a martyr/soldier
Holding a broken heart with cut hands as it gets colder
I remember the warmth, the sweetness of your words
The softness of your skin and the fire of your love
Keeping me alive on doubtful nights when life was cold
Frozen destinies were on hold
The struggle within me took precedence over our future
I want your summer back
In my life of winter

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Michael Roy

I've noticed that. It gets so cold it feels like nature wants to kill you. But it still holds you in its beauty. It makes it up to you when it gets mild and the snow is soft and falls lightly. I love that tranquil walk at night after a long, cold, windy day. All worries and hard feelings go away. Just savor those moments. I'm Canadian after all, I'm used to the cold. And you're in the northern region also, so you know what I'm talking about. Thank you, PD. Glad you like this piece ?❀️⚑

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