The Cold Poem by Kaiin AC1

The cold arrives, flowers withdraw, grass looses color, leaves swirl

the clouds darken

winds blow the storm past

the cold air arrives

My soul becomes dark

Ice forms on My heart

I look to the sun for warmth and comfort

there is none.

There is no where to run

No shelter to seek

I am exposed to everything.

Then she arrives,

this beauty I speak has brought light and warmth wrapping Me like a blanket

like a fresh spring day, color comes back,

the darkness and cold soul, now new with life and happiness

it makes Me strong once again.

Gone are the cold windswept days of winter of My soul

she is here, she heals My tired wicked soul

Forever grateful for this beauty, how lucky and honored I am.