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Winter Grey

written by: Ricky Hawthorne



Grey, my heart is winter grey
My mistletoe un-kissed, my bells refuse to sleigh
The snow remains while you drifted away
Grey, my heart is winter grey

Blue, my lips are winter blue
They snuff the candlelight I lit for you
The darkness they conceive, pain blizzards through
Blue, my lips are winter blue

This tinsel tainted romance
Has spun its final dance
And my Christmas cards expire on smoking logs
Somewhere a train whistle echoes
Along the smothered meadows
One last lament, lost in the soundless fog

White, my life is winter white
I have no artist’s brush or palette knife
To draw her glowing face back from the frozen night
White, my life is winter white.

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Ricky Hawthorne

Ricky Hawthorne

MAY 2019 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Short listed for the Bridport Poetry Prize 2015
Graduate of Warwick University
Triple honors in Literature, Theater and Film
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