Winter marches on, for now the day is long
Ebbed beneath my innocent eyes
My heart in yearning, as my life goes on
So long have I sired, the sounds of my sighs
To love and to be loved
To be loved and echo through love
To ebb with innocent sighs
To be tearful and alone among my cries
To ebb in darkness, in amidst my loving heart
Tearful are the ebbs, that whisper where for art
Like the whispered scent of morning rain
Across the broad and open plane
My thoughts, they have belittled me
How I long to give to thee, and my will belongs to thee
Hallowed, how the faded mist, reminds my of your tender kiss
Ebbed upon my lonely sighs, ebbed in beauty tearful sighs
Lonely winters shed my skin, and there in lies the heart therein
Mournful of my faded eyes, how thou have wept among my sighs
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Reviews of "Winter Marches On"
Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE (Reader)
Reviewed on November 27, 2011
This one flows as much as it ebbs... a moody, pensive, supine ode to that time of year thou mayest in some behold where yellow leaves or few or none do hang...
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Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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