Gelid Variations

A withered voice leads me home

And the wind in winter’s limbs;

Form the leaves' final sin

Through the expanse of grey.

Soon, there will be silence.

In solstice sunlight

Burns the light’s reflection

To my eyes

From against the petrified snow.

Soon, it will be cold enough--

Soon, it will be cold enough to build fires.

Author's Note

Looking for help with rhythm and unity

Reviews

[Adam Bennett]

this one is my fave ^-^ keep up the good work

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked how you described places and life.
"The wind in winter’s limbs;
Leafless
And Grey.
Soon, there will be silence."
The above lines could stand alone. Create visions of the coming of Winter and the death of the Summer. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[costa siwale]

there is just enough rhyme to make it flow. i particularly enjoyed the last two stanzas, very compelling wordage. well done Keress