Frozen Ground


I am
December's frozen ground.
Then as you walk near me,
The ice is broken.
Warmth
Begins to seep into the very depths of
My soul.
My heart is joyful.
I rise up
And live for a glorious spring.
Summer passes
As does fall.
Then you leave as you came and
I freeze,
This time promising myself,
To be strong
And hold my ground,
Never again to let love
Melt me.
December must always pass
But this time,
December's frozen ground
Will not see spring.

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I started writing poetry in the sixth grade. My father and uncle were English, creative writing, and photography teachers. Over the years I have penned approximately five hundred poems, and some short stories. I hope to get my own books published soon. I also enjoy photography and nature. I have a degree in social work and I worked until I became a stay-at-home mom, with the birth of my two daughters. I now live in Virginia along with my husband, daughters, and son-in-law plus my cats and dogs.