Tears of winter
Then, the year cried its hardest.
Lashed out in anger.
Wept tears of winter
for all the days it had lost.
They were gone now.
Never to return.
In the darkness
it was hard to ever imagine
another spring.
To remember.
Death is not the end of love.
(L Porter 2024)
Tears of winter
Then, the year cried its hardest.
Lashed out in anger.
Wept tears of winter
for all the days it had lost.
They were gone now.
Never to return.
In the darkness
it was hard to ever imagine
another spring.
To remember.
Death is not the end of love.
(L Porter 2024)