Winter Is Gone

by Steve Ewings, 2001

Frozen droplets in misty curtains sweep, and nosily pierce the wretched sky
Icy fangs throw shards that crack against the marrow, killing gusts tear leaves from limb
The beating stopped between a short and focused tread
Life ripped and ceased mid stride, a sun kissed morn, a fading wish
For him and her the winter is gone.

This was written around the time when a great friend and person I loved, Gwen Nettlefold suddenly passed away from a brain aneurysm. She had just completed a PhD in Philosophy which was awarded posthumously and her personality and life is always with me. Something died inside the day I heard of her passing.

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In 2023, twenty years on, a little more……

The night had come, with shadows crawling near
As the frozen droplets filled the air
Misty curtains swept across the sky
Nosily piercing their wretched cry.
Icy fangs threw shards that cracked and shattered
Killing gusts tore leaves from limbs and matter
A sun-kissed morn that day, a fading wish
For him and her, a winter in which nothing could live.
The frozen tears trickled down like raindrops on the skin
I can’t help but feel it’s all in vain, for us a bitter end begins.
Frost covered everything in sight as darkness stole away my light
Painful memories of what was shared lingered on like dew on grasses morning fair.
But then we found something deep and true, something born of me and you
A love that no storm or winter chill can ever take away or kill.
So let us never forget this love, neither a frost nor dreadful fright
Let us look ahead to brighter days when our love shields are forever ablaze.

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