Monday Poem: The Frozen Fields

The Frozen Fields

We drift through mists that hide the day.
The night will close in on us, and the cold
Will make us huddle protectively inside.

The rain will fall, almost frozen, hard
Like the ice of sadness that freezes
Then shatters the delicate heart of one

Who has known love and seen it die
Alone and uncared for, out in the frozen fields
Of a time lost to it and bare of all traces

Of the hearts it once held, beating together
Inside itself, as though something so strong
Could never be beaten or could ever die.

Published by David Hadley

A Bloke. Occasionally points at ducks.

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