Winter

By Homer MakGill (Jan 2012)

Cold unsheltered coat of white

penetrate your soul on a moonless night.

Ice clogged veins refuse to work

silently pleading as death begins to lurk

Starless canvas in the darkened skies

cold bitter wind no one hears your cries

Frozen peace invades your mind

as patiently the reaper bides his time

Numb and lost with no hope in sight

the chill has sapped the will to fight

Slipping closer to the haunted end

quietly wishing fate would bend

Hardened tears stay locked in place

while your broken soul quits the race

Whitewashed world spins loosely by

where your body falls your grave will lie

Realization grips your frostbitten heart

life is over, eternity now starts.

Peace!