WD 133 “Winter Secret”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.

Winter Secret

The severed fingers point upward, toward the sky

Clock hands, keeping time and watching the seasons

No one knows the day or the hour

But I’m bound by a wreath of timelessness 

Holiday wrapped, kept at bay

And I want to sing, like the angels did and still do

To tell you a story of

Release

Sanctification 

Measureless terror and 

Hope in the cold and dark

Like Scrooge’s ghost

Past, present future

And my secrets unify all