The winter wind roars
through the bare trees,
elusive, intangible,
as the residue of a
nightmare in the expansive
darkness of midnight.
Its voice, a whispered scream
of lies and regrets,
secretive reminders of the
empty void of loneliness.
Its icy breath sends shivers,
as a ghost across a grave.
Winter is a cruel companion,
owning the past while stealing
the hope of the future.  
            ~McGuffy Ann Morris
                      from Weeds

Linking to Poets United

36 thoughts on “Winter

  1. you capture well the feel of winter…when the shadows stretch a little darker…the scream of that wind carrying the regrets captures that….and it can be a cruel companion…i wish for some snow though…ha…

    i ahve run into you somewhere before….maybe on another poetry circle….poets united maybe? nice to meet you mcguffy.


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