Winter

 

She was completely alone

walking blindly through the streets

lost within the unknown

until out of exhaustion she sits.

 

The floor was freezing

the night was cruel

couldn't help it, she kept sneezing

"god's a fool".

 

A sudden sparkle beneath the snow

and she traps it with her hand

a coin which distracts her from her woe

"this money for food" she planned.

 

Hail began to fall that night

and the girl found shelter inside a wooden box

as long as she stays hidden she'll be alright

for the ice would hurt her as falling rocks.

 

Dawn came by with a dim white light in the horizon

and the girl found garbage which she searched for food

and she found bread wrapped in paper, wizened

but the girl ate it as if it were stewed.

 

With the coin she bought milk

and she thought of getting clothes

something made of wool or maybe silk

instead, on her way to nowhere she found a rose.

 

The rose was as white as the very snow she sees

with thorns as sharp and hurting as human behavior

she felt she wasn't worthy of the rose's beauty and fell to her knees

and there the cold winter killed the girl and became her savior.

 

Snow fell from above and hid the body under the white

the coldest winter she'd ever had

before a rose made with the purest light

the girl now has no reason to feel again sad.

Author's Note

Ignore bad grammar, if any.

Reviews

[D Hughes]

This was beautiful; however i wish she brought some silk clothes instead of milk. Than, maybe she would had live through the winter. It kinda reminded me of the dark ages, how hard winter was back then. Awesome poem