What She’s Learning

moody blush

She nods and smiles while heart-strings snap,

Frozen by the frost of pain;

Hunkers down and marches onward,

Shoulders stiff with hidden strain.

She knows the winter fast approaches,

Days which promise death to bloom –

But heaven holds her Autumn splendour,

Hope that springs despite the tomb.

A Weather Forecast

raindrops

Those days will come –

and then they’ll go,

with notable precision;

The rain will fall,

the wind will blow,

destroy what you envision.

But soon the sky

will tire of tears,

her raindrops’ stores depleted;

the sun will glow

with cheer once more,

and gloom will be defeated.