November Winds

Wind Picture  (2d, fantasy, wind, dream, twist, girl, woman)

November blew a lonesome moan

Then frost crept by to pinch my bones

But I was never born to fear

This willow bends when gales appear

I bow ‘til memory’s last remains

Have blown away, and once again

To summer love that bloomed in spring

I mourn the loss its ending brings

As remnants fly before my eyes

I search for hope and realize

That I shall risk each winter’s day

To search within the crystal spray

Of wonder; therein lies hope

For I was born with power to cope

And wings to fly me to love’s door

Where gentle winds blow, evermore

©Kay Salady

Digital art by:  Hong Kuang

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on November 17, 2012, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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