The Winter There

A Poem Written 07/16/2007

This is a poem I wrote when I was quite physically and emotionally exhausted. I was quietly circling a drain towards the seductive siren of stillness, the kind that feels peaceful until you realize just what she requires.

The Winter There
07/16/2007
by David C. Roberson

The winds of death will blow us 'round
so that none can breathe a sound.
Pray you’ll be found
as the night grows near.

I’m a tree that bears no leaves.
I’m a dog that has no fleas.
I have no pleas.
No, there’s nothing here.

Bring the dawn to shine its light
on every living thing in sight
that loves or fights.
It won’t shine on me.

Bring the rains to wash away
all the sins of yesterday.
They leave a stain.
Wash the salt from sea.

A deep inhale of longing brine,
with no time or place in mind,
just peace to find.
Take me to the winter there.