Alone, awaiting warmth to show,
I'm stroked by autumn's final breeze.
These vibrant branches once aglow
are now suppressed by time's disease.
To frigid winds of winter's blast
I've lost the friends who filled my days.
Now memories of summers past
must heat my frame with echoed rays.
I long to see the children run
to fly on swings amidst the air;
their joyful smiles as dreams were spun
are lost, augmenting my despair.
Alas, the snow will cover me;
entombed I'll rest in solitude,
where springtime is my fantasy,
until the day when life's renewed.
I love the way it takes you this poem....Solotude but a peaceful song it has....
A very nice, well written poem. I like it very much. Hugs Jan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully articulated and nicely brought forth with clarity of thought and mind. A work of an intricate mind. Thanks for sharing.