Ode to Winter Merriment

Although darkened days of cold December

cast adumbrations over yesterday’s

dreams and iron curtains deafen replays

of old fantasies I faint remember,


yet, golden years and winter’s solitude

deprive me not the music of my soul

nor languish hope, embracing dark Sheol

with tumultuous jeremiad prelude.


For ominous thrills and great delights; new

accomplishments and adventures pending

fill the bucket list that I am sending

to make winter’s illustrious dreams come through.


Author: mywrite2016

I am a freelance writer living in the Caribbean country of Trinidad and Tobago. Author of three self-published books- No More Tears, To Kryss with Love and Dust Yourself Off and Try Again. I am the mother of two girls- 21 and 11 years old- a teacher and trained nurse.

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