The Final Scene

Winter creeps in through the cracks 
In the foundation of time, 
Finding the tiniest of spaces 
Between the strongest of rocks, 
Lying wait while backs are turned, 
Striking when least expected, 
With a cold blast of 
Look at me now 
As it wraps its icy fingers 
Around hearts, and throats, 
Freezing breath in mid exhale.

A wind blows in the wrong direction 
And winter chills the bones 
Of those left standing on the pier 
As a ship with billowed sails 
Catches drift to a distant land 
While empty arms seek solace 
On this earthly shore

Winter never felt so cold, 
But as the ship fades 
Into the distance beyond the horizon 
Floating on tear stained waves, 
Leaving this unforgiving season in its wake 
It journeys toward a new summer, 
Its frail cloak left at the water's edge, 
A crew of one preparing to disembark 
Into open arms on the other side 
Where winter cannot hurt it 
Anymore 



february 23, 2008
Janet Reid
for Brian on the passing of his Dad





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