A Winters Sea, Mark Medley [classic literature books txt] 📗

Your tired smile welcomes me, your worn eyes gaze at me frozen on the depths of a once lively sea.

Your winds howl, the sounds of despair, with daggers of cold and memories of winters of old.

A rage that howls to those who dare to be revealed, in this desolate winterscape, reborn from a summer of hope.

Blow your whispering, penetrating gusts of ill will, howl your warnings of wintry misery.

Yet strong is the wanderer who faces this scene. Staring at the grim winters plain.

For the wanderer who looks at the chilled, desolation of a winters dawn. Dreams of winters end, and the bright dawn of summer.

Defeating the ill wind of misery and despair, strong in the knowledge, this is only passing fare.

Publication Date: 12-06-2009

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