by Joan Myles
darkness has a way of seeping
past layers of air and mist and rain
into the place of spirit’s keeping
to dull the heart and dim the brain
and I succumbed to woe and weeping
despite my habit to refrain
from morbid tentacles of creeping
dread and urges to complain
but wait I hear amid the deepening
fog and drear of daily pain
your lilting song of hope reopening
a world of brightness once again
2 thoughts on “Winter Bird”
A song of hope. Thanks Joan!
Heartfelt. Amazing how you can express so well & get it to rhyme.