Once the sun hid its face,
the winter season began again.
I spent the days waiting.
I feared the nights to come.

Life has been hard, really hard.
Many days are dark and cold.
My laugh is frozen by the icy air.

One day, the sun smiled on me;
the seasons resumed their courses.

I will never desire another winter night.

W. Wayne B.

New poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2016 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Snow in Angels Camp. By Isolino Ferreira [Image license]