4/25/2017

Daughter of Winter

A delayed birth,
Should have announced,
The wildflower birth
Of a procrastinator.
Curling into the blankets
Of welcome warmth,
How she defied
All of winter.

Uneven roads,
Unfaithful lights,
Unknown faces,
Unbearable plights.
The daughter of winter,
Heard whispers retold -
She outbattled it all,
Unfeeling and cold.

Now she stood
Many, many words old.
Of many excesses,
Reflections manifold.
Written loves,
Drunken souls,
No mercy was greater,
For the daughter of winter. 

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