Winter's Heart

The barren fields of crisp, pure whitened ground,
No more for me hold meaning past what she,
Once golden fine and glowing, now has found;
Another’s heart to hold and happy be.

Such beauteous land beneath coldness lies,
The tree like silent sentry stands alone
His lifeless limbs so burdened as mine eyes
With hoary frost of frozen tears turned stone.

From out of darkness her voice calls to me;
A mem’ry of a brighter day long gone
Torments long hours spent wishing two to be.
Abandoned love is nature’s saddest one.

The winter’s chill forever more shall last,
For mine poor heart left buried in the past.