Soul's Winter

by: Leanne S. Pippin
©Copyright 2007

Heavily draped windows block all
but a trickling of light in an icy room.
She shivers alone within the darkness
And stares emptily at a tattered wall calendar.
It declares summer’s arrival
As if it’s demands could so easily
Melt the snow accumulated upon her heart.
Her soul is a frozen lake where sorrow skates
And her will rest in shattered shards along it’s shore.
No, summer does not dwell here,
Winter has staked it’s claim upon her
And no amount of sun can warm the chill.
She watches grey wisp dance mockingly
Around her with each breath she takes
And feels her tears freezing upon her cheeks.
She knows that she will soon be buried
Beneath an avalanche, frozen forever
But she has no desire to escape that icy tomb.
He had been her summer and had warmed
Through the winters of her past.
He had been her sun, her flame,
Her life fire and when his fire had gone out
She was left with no heat to sustain her.
Where now could she find warmth?
No, She wanted only to be embraced forever
Within the arms of the one who’s arms
Now lay cold beneath the ground.