Fire in the Cold

• Artist: SilentJ75
• Description: This is the third part of the seasons poems. And, yes, as you may have guessed, there are four total. It would make me happy if you read them as well(A Big Rock, My Dear and Thoughts of Spring).
  This one is supposed to relate to winter. This one took a bit more revision than the other because I wanted it to have a unique and strict structure unlike the others. It might still need revision but for now I am happy with it.
• Date: 12/01/2008
• Tags: fire cold

I faintly remember the grass,
But I now see stalagmites of ice.
The wind, the water
Are chunks of cold glass.

Welcome to this silent wasteland
A snowy desert known as winter.
All stops, all freezes
And the hands of time are buried in sand.

It is you little golden bird of fire,
You are the flame glowing in the night.
You move, you burn
To be like you is the world’s desire.

Perhaps she too is burning,
That little girl always in motion.
She feasts, she fights
She lives while all is dying.

Comments

[~Shadey Sam~]

I like it, it is different.

[SilentJ75]

I'd really like to hear some comments.
Pleeeeeeaase. =D