Winter’s Footprint

Hurt hurls its winds of woes

as sorrow curls its snowy toes.

Love follows the past’s shadows

sinking in life’s muddy morrows.

Time burrows with horrors

laying dormant behind icy mirrors.

Loneliness echoes from regret’s bellows.

rustling memories’ leaves tumbling like dominoes.

Joy stands crossing its elbows

as worry rubs its hands to fiery egos.

Yearning sobs burying its head in pillows

Distance grows drinking circumstance’s marrows.

Time laughs as apology comes and goes

trying to have tea with logic’s plea at the gallows.

Misunderstanding trips and dies of overdose

leaving care’s bodies to freeze on sorrow’s snows.

Life is a cycle with love for a rose

A rose that bears sorrows in pairs

holding hope’s plumes as it blooms

only to die in doubt’s shadowy sky

with every try seeming like a lie

tearing a heart apart with mistrust’s dart.

Life is a lonely planet when we don’t plan it.

Words whip hearts that were once lit

with love for spring and joys that bring

summer’s fruits as memories that fit

stories with lines that left souls to mint

autumn’s silence as a stint

of love’s winter making its footprint.

Catch more of Pasithea Chan with her previous posts here. You can also find her brand of poetry on Facebook.