The Winter's Call

A Poem by WordyWorld

Early winter cast a stormy snow,
From dawn till dusk, then finally it slowed.
The view, so appealing, beckoned outdoors,
A touch mesmerizing, yet so cold.

The room so comfy, an inglenook's warmth,
A mug of coffee, my trusted wing chair.
There I sat, my fingers tracing the sweater I wore,
Slowly the past flooded, memories I'd ignored.

My wrinkled eyes, opening and closing slow,
Drowned in thoughts as they began to flow.
A tear escapes, an unrestrained sensation,
A heart frozen and cold, perhaps betrayal's creation.

The thread of destiny, a secret unknown,
Myriad contacts, present and gone.
The fire's warmth, a silent, soft call,
A peace to grasp, perhaps, an encounter to befall.