Winter's End - Poem by Esther Mukabi
A robin stirred on a deadened tree
Like a single russet leaf, afraid to fall.
The north wind rushed to enfold me
In its ice-cold arms.
Caught in the skeletal grasp of the bare trees,
Surrounded by sweet nature.
Eager branches that seemed to tease,
Caressed a cold love.
A lone figure walking in a barren land,
Reminded of long-ago churches.
Winter whipped my body, as harsh as sand,
The wind was eager to chase me away.
Clouds wept bleakness from a dense sky
And thistledown tears fell toward me.
Kind and meek, a promise of amity. The Lie
Gently kissed my eyes.
Frozen teardrops brushed my face,
Sweeter than spring rain,
Softer than finest lace,
Then slept in my hand.
I tread quietly, no wish to wake the world.
Like a child exhausted from a day’s play
The earth is sleeping now. Quietly curled
In a tight ball, safe under thick blankets,
‘Till Winter’s End.
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