The Winter Of My Discontent

 

Now comes the times

Silent and white

Gloomy grey days

Dark winter nights

Frost on my panes

Silence in the streets

The land now grows dead

Beneath frozen white sheets

Trees bare and black

Branches filled with snow

Not leaving my house

I’ve nowhere to go

Icy castle of solitude

Heat blows from the vent

Alone in this time

Winter of discontent

Short days are numbered

Days crawl all the while by

Until days that bring spring

And from this place I shall fly

But for now I am snowbound

With nowhere to go

And no-one shall see me

Entombed within snow

The time slowly passes

Grey turns into black

Seems such a long time shall pass

Until I can go back

To where the sun will shine

To the places I know

Away from this place

Filled with ice and snow

But for now I will wait

Until those days in spring

I shall see what then happens

I shall see what it brings

Until then I stay here

Frozen in this spot

Alone in my icy tomb

Here, I do rot

Until I am thawed out

Numb chilled to my bones

My hands are like ice

My heart like a stone

Until that day comes

When spring then arrives

Until then I must wait

But I shall survive

This winter that comes now

And is my discontent

Your warmth it is felt here

From you, it’s been sent

To keep as a fire

Deep in my heart

Miles of snow

Shall not keep us apart

Reviews

[Barbara Walker]

I love your rhyme scheme and the rhythm. It tells of your solitude, away from the one's you love and the place you know best, very well. Great write! Barbara

[Star-Runner]

This is just wonderful, I can't wait for summer or at least spring here. Well written.

[Kees Kapteyn]

this winter has been very brutal on the psyche- i can see why our ancestors dreaded winter and considered it to be a time of death and desolation. We all suffer through the winter waiting for that warmth to return.

[Jinx]

The title drew me here, and I am pleased. I almost expected to see iambic pentameter, but no. Nice write. It has good flow. =)