Seasons

Amid drifted snow
and black-bruised sky
Melancholy welled up
drowning in its own tears.
Chilled midnight studded
dispassionately with stars
looked on at her
impassioned struggles, and

alone

she wrested with words
left unsaid,
bitter tears
unshed.

But Hope was there
in midwinter stillness
wrought by millenia
of dreams
and future promises
to meet.

13 November, 2012
©Eleanor Clark