The Coldness of Winter

The coldness of winter.  Bleak.  Barren.  Lifeless.  

I am dormant. 

Like the trees.  Like the grass. Like the frogs. 

Alive but not living.  

Waiting. 

Biding my time. 

Breathing shallowly.  

Hoping. 

That the troubled waters will pass. 

Praying that I can survive. 

Until the sun shines on my face again. 

And I will smile once more.  

This poem is more than just about the season, it’s about how we endure during times of great anguish.

5 thoughts on “The Coldness of Winter

  1. I love this!!

    This email is from Debbie McKinney Cell 920-579-0679 Life’s Uncertain, Eat Dessert First

    On Fri, Jan 21, 2022 at 10:38 AM Stories from my breezeway wrote:

    > Elaine Maly posted: ” The coldness of winter. Bleak. Barren. Lifeless. > I am dormant. Like the trees. Like the grass. Like the frogs. Alive > but not living. Waiting. Biding my time. Breathing sha” >

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