Caitriona's Winter
In the time of years end
we leave it and take to the sky on
chilled feathers
Ripples form on murky waters' surface,
This wandering soul knows no rest
Devouring in it's path all to ruin
plaguing into it's kin
Leaving the bare flowers shivering in the
wind
Secrets linger in the newborn frost
while she sits on an open field
waiting for Winter's ice to claim her
This poem is about:
Our world