The Winter Comes

I am watching winter fold through the sky.
Closed windows battle cold winds.
My bones feel the silent snowfall.

As I rest, I hear a clock ticking.
I am worried because it is so cold.
I want to sleep past the morning.
Perhaps I will feel better tomorrow.

I hope you will be happy soon.
I have a candle burning for you.

I hope the storm will be gone soon.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2013 W. Wayne B.

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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