Winter Poem by Star lynn

The dark bags of the man's eyes
Fight against the pale white of the snow
Glistening against the rugged brown
That old boots drag through its grace

A struggle of a burning heart
Surrounded by deep rooted clouds
Upon the very earth itself
Gnawing at its soul every couple moons

The drag of red follows the dark brown
Fluids of impurity stain the white of cold
Angered, a storm rages blocking
The sun and all its luster

The flame and dying candle
Wander to journey's end
Sheltering their flickering reds beneath
The mouth of stone and dirt

A little warmer with a fire going
A little bit brighter in due time
A little ounce of rest won't hurt

Close your eyes and dream of that meadow
The meadow of every color
Even those not perceived by any eye
Except hers
What was her name again?

It's been a long way from the past
This trail doesn't end
Until you get back to that garden
Her garden

Now drift off little soldier
You'll march tomorrow away
Into a new dawn
A new sunrise

A new day, for her.