Posted in Poetry

The Mourn

Twirling like a ballerina
Leaves fall at season’s end
With happiness too.

Snow silences the noise
White graces the dirt
And the sacrifice.

Animals fight to live
Houses beg for heat
While singers praise a silent night.

Now only the shadows
And life’s peaceful sleep
Grace the eyes of the mourn.

One hundred twenty days to count
As darkness has the time
Before Spring brings back a say-

Life remembered again
Year over year
Smile over tears.


I am an educated adult female with Bachelor and Master degrees in Business Management. I am married with four children. I enjoy writing and drawing for a hobby and brain vacations. My dream is to publish a novel someday, but I am building on my short story and poetry crafts now.

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