the warmth of fire

@uootem

through winter's chill
I stroll alone in the impotent garden
that once spoke of springtime... and life
I still smell the fragrance of promises made
by flowers that bore their vivid colors
as proudly as our egos.

I take a moment of silence
to sit on the bank of an
ice-laced pond, such beauty in frigidness
the life giving water seems so barren
passion can not survive the cold
my reflection seems so motionless.

another season of life rises
over the horizon of time.
what will this one bring?
I can't help remembering
the sparkle of summer sun.
and the warm that once filled my heart
when we thought it would last forever.

I turn my face to the Northern Wind,
my tongue relishing the taste of December's snow.
A man alone with memories,
knowing that life lays dormant
waiting for the chance to burst forth again
I warm myself by a bitter fire
finding comfort from the heart within.