Dying In The Winter

The pity of dying in the Winter

is that she'll never feel
the sun on her skin
again.

No more grass under her feet

or walks to the lake

or lazy days laying on the rock
that retains the warmth of the sun.

It's
a bitter wind that blows

around her house
and around her heart.

The outside world is dead in the cold.

She doesn't want it to end now.
She prays for just one more glimpse
of Spring...

But her life slips away, day by day...

If only outside it was warmer.

If only human hearts were warmer.

Her tears freeze on her face
as she contemplates
the pity of dying in the Winter.