Winter's Fist - a poem.

A few weeks ago, I was pondering the way Winter was dragging on and on relentlessly.  Like most people, I was really beginning to feel depressed about it all.  That dark moood inspired this poem.

Winter's Fist

by Annie Bell

When will Spring arrive?
Why does it tease so?
Tantalising, tender stalks of green.
Shimmering, fleeting slivers of sun
Break the grey facade of Winter's icy grip.

When will Life return?
Why does it tease so?
Short lived glimpses fool me that I'm free.
False hope tempts me to believe I've won,
Misleading my mind
Into Falsehood's dark cloak.

When will Winter cease?
Why does it endure so?
Icy snow has killed the daffodils.
Their deeds have killed my optimism.
My broken being
Like their browning husks.

When will Spring arrive?
Why does it tease so?
Tantalising, tender stalks of green.
Shimmering, fleeting slivers of sun
Break the grey facade of Winter's icy grip.
 

© Annie Bell 2013