As winter's darkness encroaches the light,
A black lid upon the coffin of day,
It brings a regret on a chain of steel,
An iron anchor that weighs one down.
Outside it is cold and bleak,
A body that is frail and weak,
Mind and thoughts in such turmoil.
But under the snow, beneath the soil,
Lies life in abundance waiting a while,
For the thawing light and warmth of rays,
Will once more return, those summer days,
Those little buds will spring right back,
Bury those chains in the wintry haze,
Lift the lid up to the warmth and sun,
Defeat regret and up and run.
Poetrypez 30.12.19
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Della P. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
HITCH: (noun; one definition) 'a usually unforeseen difficulty or obstacle' I'm guessing, Della, that Springtime is nicer for you than Wintertime is. bri : )
Today I had some trouble wading through your poem. It's overall obvious what your message is, though I found a hitch*** (for me) in severalo places.
encroach (intransitive verb) : '1: to enter by gradual steps or by stealth into the possessions or rights of another 2: to advance beyond the usual or proper limits' Hmm?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem dear poetess! Thanks for posting!