On the frozen river

By: Tata Nanje

Natures old ways remain forever new,
crack lips, cracked ice
white and gold thrown in my view,
save me from the beams of light
that force me to give up the fight
and accept the rudeness of Winter,
Her imposing presence on my flesh
and mind, I choose not to falter.

I stand aside the frozen river
as the snow too fights for its life;
the Almighty Gold and bringer of
light, shows no mercy.
The boats anchors have been still
for months, still, like the face of
the river, still like the frozen heart
within me, whose beats echo faintly
seeking the warmth of a cracked past-
ravished by Nature’s old ways-

But in that past I realize the
beauty of Winter, it lies at its
end; although, no end in sight,
only a continuation…..