My Winter and Icy

My Winter

Winter softly enters,

frosting up my windows,

While cold winds enter through

the bottom of my door.

I recall the warmth of all

my different summers

Was changed by the dampness of

my lonely floor.

Will she ever return

        to walk on it once more?

I often wonder why winter still is calling

Telling me that each year will

always be the same

And I should forget the warmth and

hope of summer

That came to me each time I whispered

her first name –

I wonder now:  is it true

        she really came?

All my dreams, like autumn leaves,

begin to fall.

The ground I walk upon is

very cold and bare,

And my arms, like branches of

the tree, are empty.

The only touch that I now feel

is empty air.

I ask myself:

        Has she changed?  Does she still care?

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Icy

The cold

    icy

forgotten dreams of yesterday

Cover the ground

        in December.

Frozen footsteps of the past

    to remember;

Dying softly in December.

Approaching light of new year.

Expectations for tomorrow!

The cold

    icy

Forgotten dreams of yesterday

Cover the ground

        in January.