Poetry

Winter Whispers

Lonely moonlit nights.

Image by Mollyroselee from Pixabay

Winter blues,
a silent long night,
home alone with memories.

Lazy afternoons,
color specs mingling
at the Xmas market sipping
under a smoky grey cloudy veil.

Ice crystals,
a flurry of white snow trails,
a silent dance in pale moonlight.

Loneliness,
is a body tightly wrapped in a duvet
in an empty house with spider webs.

Winter whispers,
are Christmas cheery tunes
playing on the radio.
“I’m missing you,”
a sorrow refrain in my heart —

Hope
for a better tomorrow,
is a smiling moon,
blinking in a window pane.
Misty comfort rays from a lonely icy day
without you.

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