Chill call of winter can indent some sad words.
Time constructs sentences, cold for no reason.
Dawn, rising letterless scrawls sky-lines absurdly.
How many words can winter write in it's season?
Scribed rightly as snowcold, fragile flakes descend.
Midwinter frost writes more lace on windowpanes.
Deep drifting white inks in our parting, dear friend.
Icicle pens scratch the word Gone after your name.
Cold paintings of solo-time wait on life's path.
Frozen pools pencil silence we never heard.
Glacially sad is New Year's final paragraph.
Farewell can be such a lonely wintery word.
BRRR! ! Well, this definitely put a chill in the air, as if it's not cold enough already! Yes, no matter the season, 'farewell' is never a comfortable word. Great visual imagery and strong emotion here, and a very nice read, Fay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many metaphorical treasures to be found in this these wintery lines. Superb write. Always your friend, Sandra