Harbinger

let i be the frost to tell you that winter
in a moment shall be here
let i be the omen about something
bad that may happen
so you may say all your prayers
and convince the gods to
change their minds
and bring you fortune instead
let me herald, Candice
your coming

i am your harbinger
let then the writing begin
let yourself pour all your feelings

then the winter may not be that cold
as you take the whiteness that the snow leaves
when it finally melts

let me be your friend
still in the coming spring.....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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