Winter’s End

Winter’s End – Jacqueline Nash

Winter has come
and I am still alive,
but what was left of my bloom
has faded,
and I struggle
within my insignificance.

The future hides it’s face from
my sight
and the now is such an empty
place to be,
so all I am left with
are my memories of yesterday.

I had not thought
the cold would come so soon,
to take me in it’s grip
and squeeze the life from me.

I had expected so much more
than this.

So much more than this.

The wheel has turned;
my life hanging
between the spokes
as it moves swiftly towards
Winter’s end.