Frozen Tears Poem by James Walter Orr

White clouds, those fluffy gilt-edged popcorn balls,
still fight to dominate the frigid sky.
Day turns to darkness as the sun’s glow falls:
retreats behind a frozen earth, to die.
Gold tinges the red fingers in their brief
reach upward, outward, leaning toward the black
despair that numbs my aching heart with grief.
Oh death! Just take us all. We can’t go back.

The sands of time forever now entomb,
beneath the last note of the funeral bell,
one twin, of two born from my darling’s womb:
bring pain that even death can never quell.
Cold swirls the snow beneath this barren pine:
Green boughs, with roots that now my son enshrine.