Loss, with Winter Interleaving - 0235

Winter, sombre starless evening,
with wan moon asleep,
or beyond dark cloud-bank, grieving?

Summer's love lies lost. Swift weaving,
bats sweep low, dread deep
keeps silent vigil, disbelieving.

Springboard brave new world's conceiving
taken in, eyes weep
over one, harm done, deceiving.

Who hope's hay ricks once was [s]heaving,
bitter harvests reap,
happiness fast passed receiving.

Fallow fields yield shield's naive spring,
earn yearning, no birds cheep,
learn life's brief, brief s[w]ing.

Loss, with Winter interleaving,
forfeits light's spark receipt,
misconceptions stark perceiving.

Jack Frost's spite sends bite bereaving,
leaves life crumpled heap,
passes on to other thieving.

(29 April 2012)

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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