Harsh and cold lies the winter snow
upon the doorstep of my weary heart.
Bitter rain slashes at the wavering
walls of my hurting soul.
Cruel northern winds sweep across
the empty fields of my mind wiping
away every bit of my joy.
And the blazing winter sun refuses
to bring warmth to my life leaving me
to lie helplessly in the cruel clutches
of winter's harsh hold.
Donavon Scott Vinson