Summer of Barren
In the winter of this fading love,
I felt the snowflakes falling sting
It was the coldest separation ...
a heavy coat of pain my heart is wearing
Those old roots no longer are growing deep,
no romantic flowering spring activity
I don’t see any budding green leaves of caring,
looks like it’s gonna be a summer of barren
Forecast is grim for love’s fall —
the changing color of grief
is now covered
by a blanket of white amnesia
Dreary regret of a summer bare,
this year
there were no intimate fruits to share
The loving cupboard is clean empty now,
yet I must survive this blizzard somehow
In the frosted windows
I see ghost shadows of you
And I woefully wonder:
what happened to the shady oak tree of summer,
under which our love grew
The branches are all broken and barren
And your frozen footprints in the ground
are glistening virgin new,
as they are leading away
from the field where I first vowed to love only you
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