Eternal Rhyme
In winter’s quiet, frostbitten embrace,
Where snowflakes fall with delicate grace,
A figure sits,
serene and sublime,
A soul attuned to the cadence of time.
Her face,
a clock of wisdom untold,
Each tick a story,
each hand spun gold.
Hellebores bloom in the still,
cold air,
Defying the frost with a beauty rare.
The birds linger,
their songs subdued,
Harmonizing with winter’s contemplative mood.
Bare branches whisper of endings near,
Yet her presence breathes the promise of a new year.
Paths of frost wind underfoot,
Moments glimmer where light takes root.
The bench becomes her fleeting throne,
A Queen of Time in a realm of her own.
Not bound by duty,
nor crowned with fame,
Her essence remains, untouched by name.
Each snowflake,
each breath,
each fleeting sigh,
A reflection of truths that never die.
In winter’s stillness,
her spirit remains,
A beacon of peace through life’s refrains.
Through veils of frost,
her being will stay,
An echo of hope for each new day.
Art: ‘Winter’s Silent Majesty”
© 2024 Samantha Syrnich TLC
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