The Winter Battle

A thought-provoking selection of poems

"A tortured winter soul, cold and desolate, devoid of hope, rife with pain, in perpetual battle for survival, for a chance to rise in spring and maybe flower in summer."



Summer whispers of winter and tells
me how I’ll grow sick
of snow

skies are tiring
when reflecting nothing

but white turned grey by dirty boots


I’ll learn to miss the marigold
next to the lake
once reflected instead

and I’ve grown now and realize how true
it was said