Winter

Winter wind strand of pearls

Promises broken and summers forsaken

The silence grows

Brooding, alone.

One by one, those pearls spill forth

Scatter on a silver lake

And roll to the ends of the earth.

 

I’m left holding the solitary strand

Just a string

A something that once meant something.

As I go to clasp it in my hand

Winter wind grabs that

Last remnant

And pulls it away.

 

I walk home across the diamond land.