Winter's Garden

In winters’ garden, her heart grew still
As the leaves frosted-crisped, fell to the ground.
The frost halting flowers blooming, all was still.
The air was icy and thin, the ground frozen.
The sky was a dark grey, no birds singing.
The sounds of icicles crashing to the ground filled the silent void.
The wind was mocking on the tip of her cool breath.
She has sat waiting, by the altar of winter’s garden
This is where her dream sent her, and here is where it left her.
Hopelessly, waiting by the altar of winter’s garden
As time ran by, she sat and waited,
While her feet grew stiff and blue, and her eyes grew black
Her hands turned crippled and aged
And her limbs weak and frayed.
Her skin grew chalky white, and her lips paled forevermore,
As she sat waiting, hopelessly at winters door
The fires of her heart dwindled, and her lovers face never showed.
Still, she sat waiting and hoping as it snowed.
Her body was bonded by the vines in winters’ garden.