Prose

It's been a long time since I've written anything, nevermind poetry. I was inspired this morning when I looked out my window. Blessings on your day

Blue

Warm inside, we are with you,
Yet outside cold, the world is blue.
The sun, it cannot make its way,
For many clouds have come today.

And so it is, I think, with hearts,
That freeze with cold, and break apart.
And Icicles of hurt that form,
Like bars they keep out love that’s warm.

The ice builds up to form a wall,
And slowly now that creature falls.
Then frost sets in, deep to the core,
Love is not found there anymore.

Yet in these walls there’s no such thing,
There’s peace and joy, and voices ring.
While blue outside, cold and alone,
Here in this place, we have a home.

Mrs.Wiebe