A thought-provoking selection of poems "A tortured winter soul, cold and desolate, devoid of hope, rife with pain, in perpetual battle for survival, for a chance to rise in spring and maybe flower in summer." Summer whispers of winter and tells me how I’ll grow sick of snow skies are tiring when reflecting nothing but white turned grey by dirty boots I’ll learn to miss the marigold next to the lake once reflected instead and I’ve grown now and realize how true it was said
A thought-provoking selection of poems "A tortured winter soul, cold and desolate, devoid of hope, rife with pain, in perpetual battle for survival, for a chance to rise in spring and maybe flower in summer." Summer whispers of winter and tells me how I’ll grow sick of snow skies are tiring when reflecting nothing but white turned grey by dirty boots I’ll learn to miss the marigold next to the lake once reflected instead and I’ve grown now and realize how true it was said