Winter Heart
With the winds of December
blew away my jovial spirit.
Left to my own--
Derelict and dreary--
worn by the resurfacing thoughts of my summer love.
How things were so much better then!
How much warmer and consoling it all was!
But then the frigid chills of winter
froze my fragile heart.
No one was there to save me
when I fell
and broke apart.
December 25, 2004
