Thursday, 2 February 2012

We Winter In Darkness



Our lives are brief affairs. 
We winter in darkness. 
And see no light until spring: 
the cruelest of seasons
Excepting summer's apogee 
which is the universal herald 
of famine, pestilence, and war. 
Autumn comes and is gone 
before we have banked our fires. 
Then winter returns, and we 
are plunged into darkness 
and dying once more.
As much strangers to mildness, 
as the depths of the sea 
are to the light of the sun.

1 comment:

Vargas said...

A beautiful poem. Thanks for posting it.

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